It's supernatural

'JAZZ!'...

"JAZZ!''

'Honey,are you okay?', someone was yelling

....I'm back.... "I'm landing'...

.'Jazz!''Ye-yeah?' I squealed.

'Did you feel alright, sweetie?' mom was asking

'I-I certainly do', I said. I was cluthing the book tightly,' Mom! I just met an alien and you know what! Daedalus-the one who built the labyrinth- told me, he put people into it if they are cruel. Is it true mom?  He will put me in it if I hurt an ant. Won't he?'

'Ja-Jazz, there's no place like a labyrinth and these are mythological gods. Honey, they are legend. They don't exist', my mom told me taking out the book from my hand.

'How do you know thye don't exist?'

'Baby, no one has ever seen them. How much such gods have you met in real? They're just tales so small kids couldn't go astray', my mom answered me.

''No one has ever seen them" but I met him. Right a moment ago', I said staring at my book which my mom had put on side table.

She laughed and put hands on my shoulders,' Jazz, you were only day dreaming'.

She stood and left the room. 

Strange dreams ....I'm usually usued to them. My big brother! He always thing I'm a waste of space. 'Nerdy', that's what he calls me. And now I'm thinking that I really am like that. last Sunday, I dreamt about Zeus. He was angry with me because I couldn't do a thing for him. He asked me to help poor Aunt Zabrina who lives next door but I couldn't go there. My dad ordered me to stay at the home. I hope so he will understand my problem and won't give me to Hades. I'm scared of thinking about Underworld.

'Tuk'.... 'Tuk'.... Someone was knocking the door hard.

Dad- he came in,' How're you, sweetie?'

'Excellent. How're you?' I replied and asked.

'Fine. Jazz, i'm sorry but Mrs. Marson took Kitty with her', he said.

'W-what?'

'She asked for it, baby and I couldn't ignore her', he said shortly.

'NO! I want her back. Mrs. Marson's so cruel with animals. I see her all the time. She beats the dog of her with a stick. I want my Kitty back', I bellowed.

'Lower down your voice. You know nothing but to write or read stupid books.  That's really all you can do!' he spoke louder than ever.

'It's my interest', I replied and tears poured down my eyes.

'Why such things? These aliens, spaceships and  Gods are all supernatural. You are losing your nuts. Why the hell don't you ask for iPhone or iPods?'

 'I don't like such stuff. It freaks me. Why don't you give such stuff to Jay?' I asked.

'He has got them', he said.

'Great. I want my books back. Give me what I'm asking for', I told him shortly.

'I won't', he said and left the room.

   WTH! What to do, now? I went downstairs. The door of my dad's room was opend. I was quiet good at eavesdropping.

'She has gone insane', it was my dad's voice.

This time it was my mom, ' I think she's having hallucinations'.

'If I'm allowed to speak..', I had heard this voice before. It was Dr. Jacob.

'I'm sorry Mr. Jacob, it is indeed your job to speak for now', my dad said ironically.   

So, this was it. They were thinking I had gone crazy.

'Mr. Isaac, you're daughter is neither insane nor she's having hallucinations', he spoke.

'So what's wrong with her? Huh..' again my dad said irritably.

'Mr. Isaac, I'm a psychiatrist. I know how to deal with such kids.  I hope so you'll listen to what I say, quietly'.

'Yes, we will', my mom's voice echoed

'Mrs. Isaac, there are certain kids who try to conceal their secrets. They, instead of spitting out, deal with their stuff alone. You daughter is one of them. She has created her own world in which she spits her stuff. All she need from you is your attentione -'

'Like we don't-' my dad spoke loudly but Mr. Jacob interrupted him,

'You surely do but not exactly like what and how she needs.Love her and take her to country side. Listen to what she says and ask her what she wants', he said.

'We do. Don't we?' my dad asked my mom. I could feel the chairs moving.

'You don't', Mr. Jacob said,' She needs a good friend not a strickt dad or mom'.      

Before I could even more a step, they all came out. My mom kissed me and my dad hugged me.  From that moment till now, no one called me nerdy. 

 I know it's transcendental but I usually end up with such messy stories.......