Untitled, chapter 3
When Billie had groped through his dark room and found his bed, and just pulled up the quilt to his cheek, he realized it. Fiffs. Fiffs was outside in the bad weather. Alone. All alone. Billie was all awake at once. He pushed all concentration to his hearing and listened for a vital sign. Yup, his mom was up downstairs. He just needed her to go to bed, then he could go out and check Fiffs. That bird was his friend now, he couldn't just leave him. So Billie laid there. Almost two hours. Until Ollie got to sleep. And a while after that, to make sure she wasn't awake. At 23.59 pm, Billie dragged out of bed and put some nice jeans on. A black t-shirt and another jacket. He snatched a small kitchen towel and sneaked outdoors. The rain whiped Billie. He could hardly keep his eyes open in that weather. But he kept running, out into the small wood where he kept Fiffs. It took Billie a half hour to find the nest. First, he found the sleeve on the ground and realized that Fiffs had been without roof.
"Fiffs?" he whispered and looked down in the nest. A small, poor body laid there. It didn't even look like a bird any longer. It was just a bundle of feathers. Billie stuck down his bare hand and touched the cold Fiffs. "You're freezing cold," he panted, lifting him up under the jacket. "Fiffs?" Billie robbed the small creature fast. "Fiffs?" The bird moved the wing a little and Billie could breath freely again.
"You'll get warm again, friend," Billie promised and packed the towel around Fiffs. He settled down under the tree and just...was. "We're two lost birds now, Fiffs." He had a pause. "There's two of our sort now." Billie stared forwards.
"You see why? Well... it's my father, I'm so worried..." The whole story slipped out of Billie. And it helped, having a small bird in the knee. A small bird called Fiffs, listening to every word he said in the rain. "Fiffs," Billie said after one and a half hour in the wood, starting to feel cold. "I gotta go now. Wait for me tomorrow, I'll be here. Okay?"
And it was just like the bird nodded.
"Fiffs?" he whispered and looked down in the nest. A small, poor body laid there. It didn't even look like a bird any longer. It was just a bundle of feathers. Billie stuck down his bare hand and touched the cold Fiffs. "You're freezing cold," he panted, lifting him up under the jacket. "Fiffs?" Billie robbed the small creature fast. "Fiffs?" The bird moved the wing a little and Billie could breath freely again.
"You'll get warm again, friend," Billie promised and packed the towel around Fiffs. He settled down under the tree and just...was. "We're two lost birds now, Fiffs." He had a pause. "There's two of our sort now." Billie stared forwards.
"You see why? Well... it's my father, I'm so worried..." The whole story slipped out of Billie. And it helped, having a small bird in the knee. A small bird called Fiffs, listening to every word he said in the rain. "Fiffs," Billie said after one and a half hour in the wood, starting to feel cold. "I gotta go now. Wait for me tomorrow, I'll be here. Okay?"
And it was just like the bird nodded.
