Page 109 of The Legend
Theemotions surfaced again and I saw myself trying to save their lives. I sawmyself holding his head and him looking up at me with blood all over him, hiseyes never more green that they were in that moment. And now, here he was,looking at me again. Only this time, there was nothing I could do to save himfrom the grief he was about to experience. Because if someone would have toldme that my dad didn’t make it, I’m not so sure I could have handled that.
19.Spindle – Jameson
Spindle – Aspindle is part of the suspension system that carries the hub for the wheel andattaches to the upper and lower control arms.
My dreamswere strange when I slept and I seemed to do that a lot and for days at a time.I wasn’t sure if it was sleeping or if I was dead.
I sawimages of my kids when they were younger, Sway was holding them, and then theywere following me. I was walking and looked behind me to see all three of themwalking behind me in my exact footsteps.
Axelsmiled at me. “Look daddy, I’m just like you!”
I rememberthat time on the beach in Ocean Shores. It felt real again, the smells, thelight mist of rain, and the crisp cool air as it moved inward from the coast.
I sawSway. I saw me hovering over her drenched in sweat, her begging me not to letgo and kissing me frantically. I reassured her I would never let go of her. Herhands clung to my skin and begged me again. I told her I wouldn’t but my voicewasn’t there.
I saw myparents, only my dad was walking away from her. Mom was smiling but crying. I triedto comfort her too but nothing happened. My mind seemed to shift throughmemories each one telling me something different.
Butone thing remained the same.
My dad.
He wasn’tin them any longer after he said he loved me and that felt strange to me.
Then I wasawake again, the dim lights of the room were comforting. Movements and soundsfelt unfamiliar but I saw Sway again. She was standing beside a taller man in awhite coat. I recognized him. He talked to me a lot through the memories I hadand he was in the room a lot.
Swaytouched me again, her voice soft and calm.
The manbeside her spoke but I didn’t hear what he was saying or maybe I didn’tunderstand.Concentrating hurt.I couldn’t do it forlong.
Movementoccurred in the room and I panicked that they were leaving. I had so manyquestions and I didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t want to see the darker imagesagain and if they were here, maybe I wouldn’t. One question remained the samefor me.
Whathappened to my dad?
“W-h-h-here...dad?”My eyes met Axel’s in the corner of theroom; his rigid figure was blurry. Everything was blurry and nothing made senseto me now.
He didn’tanswer me. I looked at Sway, careful not to move my head this time. I didn’twant the blinding sensation and the gut wrenching nausea to return.
Tears fellfreely from her eyes, down her cheeks. “Jameson,” I watched as her tearsincreased.
I knew. Mydreams were right.
“He didn’tmake it.” The words came out slowly from her, echoing in my head. I felt cold,unbearably cold again.
This can’tbe real, it couldn’t be. He was invisible, how could it be?
I’m notsure how much time went by.
When Ifocused again Sway was the only one in the room again.
“Are youokay?” Sway asked; her hand ran across my cheek. The feeling radiated threw me.I felt like I’d been jolted by the sensation.
I wantedto lie to her and tell her I was. But I wasn’t. I was confused, scared and mostof all tired.
Lying toher right now wouldn’t change anything. I wasn’t okay but neither was Sway. Hewas just as important to her as he was to me.
Spindle – Sway
“Why don’tyou two leave us alone for just a few minutes,” I whispered to the boys.
