Year of the Butterfly

Life goes on.. even when you lose someone you love, even when you don't know what to think, how to feel, how to act and what to say. Everything will be okay, is what people like to say, but it won't and you know it. All you can do is bury your grief and hide, and hope on the surface at least life will appear to be normal. Is there any hope?
This is a story of a young girl battling with the loss of her father. Accompany her on a journey of self-discovery and misadventure as she negotiates her way through bereavement and processes the unanswered questions. Along the way, there are dreams, visions and schemes, at least one golden urn and a kidnapping. Her story is about a metamorphosis from pain into renewal and growth. Her destination is a place of hope with a promise of healing.


14. and Lightening strikes twice

The young girl isn't even standing all the way up, but just as the beaten up old yellow car turns into the driveway of number 13 Pluto Road, a flash of lightning brightens up the sky and everything below. The driver of the yellow car can see clearly hunched over beside the bushes in front of his house, up against the wall, below the windows, a girl that looks amazingly like the child they have been watching for the past few months. They’ve just come back from watching her house in a well-to-do neighbourhood but because they saw nobody coming in or out of the house, they couldn't be sure if the house was occupied or not; and they’re not taking any chances. So they left the house and after driving around for a while, decided to come home. "And what do we have here?" The rest of the gang stop talking and look over to where their driver is pointing. He turns on his lights. By now the young girl has realised she's been seen and looks up at the lights. She’s frozen to the spot as it dawns on her how much danger she's in right now. The doors of the car open and the young girl steps out from behind the bushes, but not before she mumbles under her breath to her little sister hidden behind the bush, not to move. They haven't seen her yet. She can still get away.


The young girl has her hands up in the air now and steps away from the bushes. The men have all got out of the car now. There are 4 of them and they're walking slowly over to her, looking menacing and scary. One of them looks familiar but she's only thinking about her baby sister now. If she can get away, she can run to the neighbours and call for help. Otherwise, nobody has any idea where the two of them are now. Without thinking, she starts running and one of the men catches her easily. "Don’t run away, kid. We don't bite!" The others are laughing and scratching the air with their pretend animal claws. The young girl is terrified. She is struggling so much, the driver of the car snatches her up, throws her over his shoulder and starts walking towards the front door of the house. The moment he picks her up, they hear a yelp coming from inside the bushes. They all stop and look at each other and then at the bushes. "Hey, didn't you say there were 4 girls living there? Two big ones and two little ones?" The guy who's nodding is the one who looks familiar to the young girl, but right now she can't place him. One of them walks over to the bushes and the young girl starts kicking and screaming so loudly, the driver has to put her down and clamp his hand hard over her mouth. "Hello! Here’s the other one, all curled up like a cute little kitten! Oh daddy, can I please keep her?" They're laughing again, but then the driver hushes them and drags the young girl to the front door. "Let’s get them inside before one of the nosy neighbours hears all this screaming and comes nosying round. Come!" The others follow and soon the 4 members of the mullet gang and the 2 little girls are all inside the house. The door locks shut with one terrifying definitive click.

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