A change of heart...(Haseo)
Apr 24, 2011 22:01:23 GMT -5
Post by Nocturnal on Apr 24, 2011 22:01:23 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]Serena Robinflight[/shadow]
Their soft embraces took my feet, and small strands of material brushed against me. The thin, moving threads tickled my feet, causing me to to have to suppress a childish giggle. Even though I was alone, I wasn't really. There was a hole world out there, one that was willing to take me, and rip me to shreds. Tch- they had tried, and they had still had the bruises. Most people knew not to mess with me these days, but sometimes, I guess I wish people didn't. I'm sick of people always keeping their distance, going to the other side of the street whenever they see me. Is it so much to ask to have more than one friend? There were those few people who had spent a few hours with me, but they never talked to me after that. When was the last time I saw any of them? My somewhat thick fingers counted off the days. Soon, it was too many for my limited digits to hold. And I was just too limited, wasn't I?
Society viewed me as a rough, tough girl who knew her way around. But really, I only wanted to be seen like that to some people. What hurt the most though, is that the people I want to see through my guise, my layer of fighting spirit, are always the first to run away. Each crush that I'd had, never stopped to say hi. They all just turned a blind eye to me, pretended I didn't exist. Effectively too. I was always the girl who stayed on the outside of the groups, always engaged in some conflict or another. Was it too late to change that? The stereotype that seemed to shadow my every movement? I wish sometimes...I could just fall asleep, and wake up another person. A normal person. Like Karanna was, every day of her life. I would never admit it, but sometimes I actually felt jealous of my friend, my only one.
With a sigh, I shuffled my feet over to the foggy window, a distorted looking glass. I could barely make out the outlines of district four beneath me, with it's glittering lights, even at this hour of night. I sat down, feeling the over-filled cushion sink beneath me. I felt like I'm falling into the ocean, while a sea of feathers surrounded me. But no, when I came back up, there was my room around me, the misty window, everything. [/size] Hm...Maybe if I- I ended my thought there, and scooted out of the cushion, and to the window itself. Using one sickeningly cute sleeve, I smudged the fog away, revealing an almost technicolor display after what I had seen before.
The plush pillow bobbed under me as I shifted my position, into something far more comfortable. Instead of sitting with my legs crossed, I was now sitting with them down in front of me, dangling just above the floor. I was about to resist the urge to wave them back and forth, like I used to, but I thought, Why would I? Who can see me? So I went ahead and kicked my feet rhythmically, letting gravity take over after the first couple of swings. I let my hands support my back, laying palm down, and with my arms extended to their full lengths to keep me up. Was I truly bound by the chains of society? Or was it something I could change? As I stood by the still-wet window, the impossible didn't seem that far off. My future was right there, just out of reach, every day of my life. Perhaps, I could just stretch a little farther, and achieve that goal, reach my guiding star. [/size][/blockquote]
(FINALLY DONE)
The soft, squishy bed rose up around my solid frame, a constant reminder of how awake I was. Why couldn't I sleep? It must've been three in the morning, and yet sleep still evaded me. My slick night gown rustled around me, as I threw the thick covers off of me, and spring to the floor. I glared down at it in disgust. Pink. The one color, out of millions, that my parents had to pick for me. Why couldn't they pick a red? I'd even had settled for that dainty blue they tried to make me wear, just anything, anything but pink. I considered 'accidentally' spilling something on it, but ultimately, decided against it. That would just ensure another shopping trip with my adoring parents. The very thought made me gag.[/size] Right then, I thought, and slipped into my (thankfully) blue velvet slippers.
As I stood, barefoot, on the hard and insistently cold stone flooring. I had hoped that it would warm up eventually, but after waiting for over a minute, I let myself let go of that. Gah, what was wrong with my parents these days? I hardly ever saw them, and they got me this 'comfortable' nightgown, with it's stiff frills and laces, and then got that stupid floor that never heated up? The oh-so-delicately cut slabs of marble leeched the warmth out of my feet, as I tottered back and forth, trying to distribute the cold throughout my body. Not working.
Their soft embraces took my feet, and small strands of material brushed against me. The thin, moving threads tickled my feet, causing me to to have to suppress a childish giggle. Even though I was alone, I wasn't really. There was a hole world out there, one that was willing to take me, and rip me to shreds. Tch- they had tried, and they had still had the bruises. Most people knew not to mess with me these days, but sometimes, I guess I wish people didn't. I'm sick of people always keeping their distance, going to the other side of the street whenever they see me. Is it so much to ask to have more than one friend? There were those few people who had spent a few hours with me, but they never talked to me after that. When was the last time I saw any of them? My somewhat thick fingers counted off the days. Soon, it was too many for my limited digits to hold. And I was just too limited, wasn't I?
Society viewed me as a rough, tough girl who knew her way around. But really, I only wanted to be seen like that to some people. What hurt the most though, is that the people I want to see through my guise, my layer of fighting spirit, are always the first to run away. Each crush that I'd had, never stopped to say hi. They all just turned a blind eye to me, pretended I didn't exist. Effectively too. I was always the girl who stayed on the outside of the groups, always engaged in some conflict or another. Was it too late to change that? The stereotype that seemed to shadow my every movement? I wish sometimes...I could just fall asleep, and wake up another person. A normal person. Like Karanna was, every day of her life. I would never admit it, but sometimes I actually felt jealous of my friend, my only one.
With a sigh, I shuffled my feet over to the foggy window, a distorted looking glass. I could barely make out the outlines of district four beneath me, with it's glittering lights, even at this hour of night. I sat down, feeling the over-filled cushion sink beneath me. I felt like I'm falling into the ocean, while a sea of feathers surrounded me. But no, when I came back up, there was my room around me, the misty window, everything. [/size] Hm...Maybe if I- I ended my thought there, and scooted out of the cushion, and to the window itself. Using one sickeningly cute sleeve, I smudged the fog away, revealing an almost technicolor display after what I had seen before.
The plush pillow bobbed under me as I shifted my position, into something far more comfortable. Instead of sitting with my legs crossed, I was now sitting with them down in front of me, dangling just above the floor. I was about to resist the urge to wave them back and forth, like I used to, but I thought, Why would I? Who can see me? So I went ahead and kicked my feet rhythmically, letting gravity take over after the first couple of swings. I let my hands support my back, laying palm down, and with my arms extended to their full lengths to keep me up. Was I truly bound by the chains of society? Or was it something I could change? As I stood by the still-wet window, the impossible didn't seem that far off. My future was right there, just out of reach, every day of my life. Perhaps, I could just stretch a little farther, and achieve that goal, reach my guiding star. [/size][/blockquote]
(FINALLY DONE)
