Make a wish when a Blackbird flies

The earliest memory I can remember, is when I was about five, I was at the park with my mum, she had my baby brother in her tummy. There weren't many people there, some were leaving for the day. I sat on one of the swings by myself when I saw another boy walk by. He was younger than me, maybe about three and he was tiny, he could barely walk without stumbling.

I can't remember weather it was sunny or cold, I do remember the colours around me seemed unnaturally bright after I saw his eyes; they were extremely happy eyes that matched his happy face. He tottered over to the jungle gym - which I remember being separate from the swing set – and started climbing around.

I watched him as well as I could while I was swinging up and down, not for any real reason, I just thought he was adorable. At one point he was hanging from the handle bars, his short size made so that he was quite a long distance from the ground.

He stopped suddenly and started swinging his legs, which is what children sometimes do when they're about to lose their grip. For a split second his face showed fear and then he dropped to the ground on his back and didn't move any more. The ground below him hadn't seemed that hard, it was grassy, but I guessed he might have hit his head from that height.

I looked at where my mother was sitting on a bench talking to another woman with dark hair; neither of them had noticed anything, and neither had anyone else around the place. I slowed down on the swing and hopped off, then slowly walked towards where the boy still lay unmoving. Once I was close enough he looked like he was just sleeping, very soundly.

I said something then, I couldn't remember what, but he woke up suddenly gasping in as much air as he could and sitting up. I was right in front of him, so I was the first thing he looked at; he was different now, his eyes had changed somehow, they were darker and not so innocent. It was the kind of look a child gets after a parent has beat them for the first time.

I don't think I was going to say anything, but I didn't get the chance anyway since my mother called me to leave. I looked at the little boy one last time, then ran off.

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Wake up

I opened my eyes, though at first it didn't make a difference if they were open or not, everything was so dark. I blinked a couple of times and pushed myself up, groaning and holding the back of my head where I could feel a lump forming. I looked up from where I was sitting on the ground and it took me a couple of seconds to get used to the darkness; once my eyes had adjusted I took in the scene in front of me.

“FRANK!” I yelled and quickly stood up. He was hanging by a noose, for god knows how long, like all those women; like my mother. I ran to where the end of the rope was tied, stepping on something slippery momentarily, and untied it. He dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

I fell to my knees next to him and turned him over onto his back, slipping the noose off.
“Come on Frank, wake up.” I said shaking him a little, getting no reaction. I placed my fingers on his neck trying to find a pulse but not finding one. “No...” I pushed his head back a bit, opening his mouth and covering it with my own.

I breathed into him a couple of times, keeping his nose blocked, then proceeded to do compressions on his chest.
“Come on Frank...” I said and repeated the cycle. “MATT!” I yelled out hoping he could hear me and come help. Even if he had contacted backup it would take a while to get here. “Come on!” I insisted pressing his chest.

Time seemed to stop, there were no other sounds other than my rapid and panicked breathing; out of the corner of my eye I could faintly see two other bodies. I didn't care about them right now, I just had to get Frank to wake up. But I was loosing hope, slowing down with my actions.

“Please, come back to me...” I whispered while I checked for a pulse again and like before, not finding one. I cursed under my breath feeling tears sting my eyes, and again performing CPR on him. “I can't lose you, come on...I just got you back, please,” My actions froze when I heard a sudden snap.

One of his ribs must have broken with the force and pressure of my hands. I broke him. I slowly lifted my hands off his chest, I had been at this for what felt like hours, I didn't want to give up, not yet; but it wasn't working. I suddenly felt incredibly weak, I could barely hold myself up.

I started seeing white spots and my heavy breathing sounded toneless and echoy, like my head was in a cone. I was going into shock. I leaned down until my forehead touched his, my hands around his face.

“I'm sorry.” I cried. “Please come back to me.” I moved a little to whisper in his ear the words I hadn't spoken in years, the words I had been dying to say since I found him. “I love you, I love you.” I sobbed.

Just before I passed out, I thought I heard the loud humming of a helicopter.

Notes

Well I'm sorry this is so short, it's for a good reason.
Now I'm gonna go hide while you think about what to throw at my face.
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