seraph pyre. d8. fin
Oct 19, 2017 21:34:23 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Oct 19, 2017 21:34:23 GMT -5
D8 | 17 | seraph
FC: Seth Atwell
[TW]
FC: Seth Atwell
[TW]
S E R A P H
Paint chipped walls and rickety windows, the changing murals of my childhood.
Raised with two younger brothers I was destined to exude masculinity. Two sets of eyes constantly riding on my shoulders, their gaze burning four holes straight through my tender heart. The responsibility of up keeping their curious smiles, their wondrous eyes, their innocent hearts. I was a monstrosity, different then those all around me. I felt wrong, misplaced, as if I was a fallen angel trapped within the walls of hell. I hated how father shaved our heads, how I had to wear blue and green, for those are "boys colors".
I wanted to wear purple, dress in long skirts and stuff my chest with paper towels. I wanted to smear my pasty pale lips with mothers scarlet lipstick. I wanted to pat my cheeks with her rosy blush, and cover my lashes in ebony liquid. I liked to pull sheets over my head and pretend it was the most beautiful gorgeous hair, I liked to dance around like a ballerina, but it was wrong. They told me that I was wrong, that boys should not wear makeup and dresses. That I shouldn't want long hair and I shouldn't play with my youngest sister's dolls.
I hated my short hair I hated that I couldn't wear dresses and makeup. I feeling like there was something missing on my chest, and I hated feeling that there was something on my lower half that shouldn't be there. I wanted to be feminine, I wanted to embrace how I felt inside of my soul. Why couldn't they understand that I was made wrong? Why can't they see past my surface and embrace my aching heart?
So I ran I ran away from those that shared my very own blood. I ran from them because they could not grant me the lonely thing that I wished for, acceptance and love. I ran and I lived along the district streets and cobblestone alleys. I lived like the disgusting monster they had made me out to be. Though on one faithful day a woman approached me. Her angelic smile and tender touch helping from the slum I had begun to call home. She took me in and she helped me to become aware of who I was and who I was meant to be.
Her name was Ms.Fran. She took in others like me, little girls and boys who wished to switch their role in this world. Who wished to be their truest self. She was a wealthy women, well wealthy by the standards of district eight. She provided us with the clothes and toys that we wished to have, she let me wear make-up and grow out my hair. She taught me how to tend to my chestnut locks and keep them strong and healthy. On Sundays we would dance around the house like we were all ballerinas in the most wonderful ballet. She would watch and clap as we twirled in the most colorful skirts. Ms.Fran was the the mother that we all wished we had, though in a way she was like our new mother.
At the age of sixteen Ms.Fran did something truly extraordinary for all of us. She would call in her close friend Doctor Halsey who would help to transform us into the embodiment of what we felt inside. She fixed me into the beautiful women I am today. She took the once afraid and lost boy, Sergio, and made me into the confident and beautiful women I have always been. My lips feminized, and my long healthy chestnut locks framing my petite jawline. My face centered by my fragile freckle covered nose and my dark auburn eyes lines with the most beautiful of liquid liners.
Though Doctor Halsey hadn't the ability to fully transform me into the elegant angel I had always been. This was far beyond what I could of ever imagined. I had been born again, Ms.Fran had turned my soul inside out for the world to see, she says so much beauty should not be hidden. I chose the new name, Seraph, meaning angelic figure, as I was once blessed by an angel, and am continued to be blessed by her each day. I fly with elegance and grace, my spirit finally laid out in the open for all of those who used to criticize me. Though, Ms.Fran taught me to protect my beauty, to hide it from those who wished me harm. Only those who truly loved my spirit and not my external beauty were worthy of my heart.
It had been a year since I had been granted my beauty, my freedom, and I was living a fuller life, a happier life. But that time was short lived. I should've known that my happiness was never meant to be long lasting. Ms.Fran, her frail and old frame slowly dwindled into the earth as she passed from this world into her next. She left us, the rest of us with nothing, and no one. But she of course had left us with her fortune, though greed and wickedness took over the other girls. Their spirits poisoned by lust for wealth. I watched as my sisters fought and sliced each other with their bitter words, all for the fortune of Ms.Fran. Their selfish ways deterring from the fact that we had lost our mother. And so I wept alone, as my happiness is stripped from me once more. I lay alone, afraid as I once was before my angel had fallen.
district eight . seventeen . word count:895. table by Arx <3
