“Thunder rolls and claps outside my windows, bringing with it the sounds of fear and tranquility.”
The floor is shaking with anticipation as lightening crashes in the distance. The world is at the mercy of chance, fate even. Below my feet I feel the tremble of my house as it quakes in fear of being the next victim. A teapot screams from my stovetop bringing all my attention to my kitchen rather than my shaking feet.
The floor is colder every step I advance to my whistling teapot. A soft patter and scoot of my feet are almost drown out by the rain that berates my house. I take the glass quietly off the island where I had prepped for my coffee earlier in the morning, and set it on the cold burner that is unused by my kettle. I grasp my teapot handle firmly and pop the lid, letting the steam rise to the fan above, and pour the hot water into my glass.
Coffee perfumes my house almost instantaneously, bringing with it the warmth of a brighter, sunnier day. Taking the glass, I walk silently back to my coffee table, set down my glass, and sit on the pillow I had placed on the floor. My fingers move quickly and precisely as I open my laptop and search in Google, “tornado warning”. I pause a moment and look up to my right to see the trees dance and sway eerily with the wind, and the rain at a very steep incline. My heart pounds in my chest.
“Green sky. Wall clouds. Hail spontaneously.” I whisper to myself. Looking out the window again my heart thumps harder as I notice the rain and wind has completely stopped. I stand and walk quickly to the door, my footsteps much louder than before, and open the door. Quiet. My hands shaking now, I open the screen door wide and lean past the door frame to gaze at the sky. THUMP. My heart feels as if leaping from my chest is much wiser than standing here.
Lightening strikes without warning causing me to snap to my senses and yank my head back inside briefly. My body feels faint as my heart has been in fear, but against all common sense, I lean forward and gaze outside once more. In the distance I see black and white almost hovering fifty or so feet above the ground. I squint my eyes and try to make sense of the object. My hair whips over my face as I am pulled into my yard by the wind. Blinded by my hair, I fall to my knees and desperately try to regain sight. A hand grasps my arm tightly and pulls me to my feet. Through my tangled hair, I see the black and white figure that had been in the distance, now holding my arm and yelling mute words at me.
My hair whips again as the hand tightens around my arm. I look up into the face of the black and white figure long enough to hear the words “LOOK AT ME!” My heart stops, and my knees collapse under me. My eyes meet his and briefly scan the figure before closing. “Wings?”
“I thought maybe you hit your head and now I see that you did in fact, hit your head.”
Wings..? My mind inched back to reality slowly, baffled by the thought that a human being could have wings. I rolled my eyes beneath my eyelids to help moisten them before subjecting them to the light. I open my eyes, letting the light seep in gradually. Everything is still, blurry, and unfamiliar as my eyes scan my surroundings.
Taking a deep breath, something sweet scented has filled the room and left a mark of safety. I start to raise my head and hear a shuffle. A blurry shape moves towards me quickly and touches my shoulders, gently pushing them back towards the object I am resting on.
“You need not get up, yet.” The voice instructs.
“Where am I?” I manage to croak out. My throat is dry and cracking as I try to clear it and start again. “Who are you?”
Watching the figure move, my eyes focus more clearly. A black coat with buckles around the abdomen, holding a pouch of some sort to his chest. A nice pair of black dress pants that seemed to be made just for him, and a watch on his right hand that looked more like a box on some leather. His shoes equally matched his pants, beautiful and tailor made. His face was pale and was mostly hidden by a lack of a hair cut. I squinted to see his eyes, narrow, wise. .
“Mekhi, to answer your question. Mekhi is my name, and you are at my home for the time being, and to fill in the blanks, a tornado destroyed yours. You passed out from fear, I assume, and I did not want to leave you lying in the yard. Why in the worlds would you run outside during a tornado?” He interrupted my thought.
My heart thumped deep in my chest, recalling from a dreamlike state the voice I just heard.
“I thought I saw someone outside. . Was it you? Do you have wings?” I questioned back.
“I thought maybe you hit your head and now I see that you did in fact, hit your head.” Turning around to show me his back, he held his arms out wide.
“Sorry to disappoint but I don’t have wings.” He continued. “I was not outside your house, I just happened to be tornado watching and when I realized it was forming in a house’s back yard I went over there. Then I saw you walk into your yard and drop dead, and to be honest, I wasn’t about to leave you.”
I didn’t drop dead. I thought to myself.
“The wind yanked me from my house. I was looking outside to see where the lightning struck and saw a figure. Not that I expect you to believe me, but at the least I thought I saw someone. He, it, looked like you.”
“At least you are safe now miss..?” He paused, waiting for me to introduce myself.
“Eloen. . But you can just call me El.”
“Okay, Miss Eloen. For now, you can stay here or I can get you a hotel. It is up to you at this point, but it is still raining and there is no reason to go back to your house. It is gone, everything.”
My heart sunk, making it very hard to breathe. I clutched my chest and thought of what a morning I just had.
“Are you okay?” Mekhi asked concerned. “You look like your going to faint.”
Mekhi moved quickly from one end of the room to the other, grabbed a blanket, and returned to beside me, covering me in warmth.
“Not that many people faint while laying down.” Mekhi stated, worry hinted tones in his voice. “Are you alright?”
I rolled to my side, facing him in the process. Blinking heavily, I relaxed my whole body before I answered.
“I’m fine, just worried.” I stated.
I held the blanket with one hand across my chest and sat up slowly. Mekhi reached for my shoulders once more to lay me back down.
“Thank you for all you have done.” I say, waving away his help. “There is no way for me to repay you.” I apologize. “Where am I?”
Mekhi walks across the room, glancing back at me, and grabs his phone. Turning back towards me he fiddles with the screen for a few minutes, pulling up a map to show the distance between where I was and where I am now.
“You don’t live very far from me, why haven’t I ever seen you?” I asked.
“I haven’t lived here very long, and this is a brand new house I had built fo-” He closed his mouth quickly, cutting off in mid sentence.
“Fo..r?” I asked curiously. My eyes scanning the room clearly for the first time.
“Eloen, don’t ask questions if you aren’t prepared for the answers. You obviously have a weak heart and are in no condition to be frightened or startled. I suggest you go about your day here. I have a room I prepared for you while you were asleep, and I will be calling in a doctor to come and give you an examination when you have settled in.” He answered abruptly.
Turning on his heel, he walked out of the room, his face still worried.
Call in a doctor? Answers? For who? My mind raced.