It was my 14th birthday all I had wanted was a parrot for as long as anyone could remember, the day finally came when I woke up to the contrast of this day, compared to others. Though it wasn’t because it was my birthday.

I got the strange sense of purpose. One you would get after you see your baby girl smile for the first time, or find out you where accepted into your dream school. Only I was still a child, with no cares or stresses.

I floated downstairs with surreal joy as I saw my parents gleefully and passionately hand me my gift with a warm happy birthday.

My dreams collided as I saw a beautiful figure move about in a small cage. It had beautiful scarlet feathers with white and black accents and a greenish yellow face, it’s eyes where deep and looked like it had known far more than you would expect, with no interest in telling anyone.

I felt excitement rush through my body as the sense of new came. The parrot I had wanted for so many years was in my possession.

Nobody would have guessed where this would follow.

Days past and I still had the joy I had when I first got the parrot. He hadn’t spoken yet but I hoped he would eventually.

One night was particularly quite no sound but the ringing silence of silence. That’s when I heard it. My parrot spoke! But what was that he said? He repeated it with more urgency each time. Finally I heard what he said. Though I wish I hadn’t. Little did I know those 3 words would be burned on my memory and life. “Something isn’t right” he said, “SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT” he repeated. My throat tightened and I ran out of my room to my parents.

“What is it what’s wrong?” Said my mom as I barreled through the door. “What happened?!” My dad said as he sprang up and went to get his pocket knife.

I tried to gather the words but all that came out was a little “t-the parrot” mom rushed to my room but the parrot was gone. No windows open no way to get out. We just jumped in the car and started driving around town. We kept the windows open and called his name. We drove for almost an hour when I heard it. “SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT!” This time in in the voice of a young girl about 14 I told my parents what I heard and they said I was tired. But I kept hearing it.

We gave up our search for the night and went home. I heard it the entire night. Each time I fell asleep I saw something it looked familiar but I couldn’t place it. The next morning I tried to place what I had seen in my dream but each time I thought about it the image just looked normal. Nothing scary, but as I thought about it I said allowed, “something isn’t right” I gasped realizing the girl i heard was me. I looked around and realized the place I had seen was the basement.

I ran down and saw a red scarlet feather. I looked around but nothing. As I was about to go back upstairs I heard someone knock down the door to the basement. “Dad?” I said shakily. But it wasn’t my dad. A tall man dressed in black pinned me against the wall and covered my mouth. My dad was at work and my mom went to the store. I was as good as dead. He held a gun to my head and demanded me to go with him before he could finish his demand he fell over and started to quickly bleed out on the floor. I gasped for breath and ran up the stairs tripping over myself. I called the police and my mom rushed home.

Weeks later we got a phone call from the police station asking us to come in, when we got there they sat us down and told us that what happened was a miracle. The man’s heart was in paled by something unknown and the only trace of anything they could find was a disease called “psittacosis” only carried by parrots.