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Late night miracle

Blog #5
Bradley had been trapped in his sinister mind. Ever since that encounter by River Rd, all things had been altered. The night he was given the unsolicited knife, he took it home and placed it by his bedside table. He didn’t feel the need to let anyone know. He didn’t want the cops to use it as evidence. He wanted to uncover this mystery for himself. He was petrified, but so investigative all at once. Not one interaction was made by him for days within the town, not even with Victor. He needed time to clear his mind from all this chaos. At work he was mopier than ever before, he had even stayed overtime just so he would not have to go face the imprisonment with that knife. He feared the emptiness would flood him and the dark thoughts that the knife had caused would take over his body.
Today, there was fairly nice weather, clear skies which meant a clear night- good for stargazing. It had not been this way for a while. So the people around the Maitland planned to watch as the night unveiled. Bradley liked this idea of coming together especially in such a grueling time.
This night was starrier than the rest. There was something distinctly special about it, so he decided to watch from the hallway window - still avoiding all interactions -  as the town was above him.
He watched the sky as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. His mind wasn’t roaming, for once. It was just himself. While he was soaking it all in, his concentration was refocused towards a flashing light. This was the light he had been waiting for. Truly a miracle. He watched as the star’s colors faded into the night and made a wish before it was too late. He wished for the conspicuous that his Leukemia would vanish and all health was restored and he wished to see his father again, but those were the far-reaching desires, he knew that too. So quickly he decided his one wish would be to uncover this mystery of Mr. Evans.

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