//how to cure a headache-- [open]

To cure a headache, Michaela suggested going outside. It was a rare that the two sisters spoke to one another but upon seeing her sister’s distress, the younger offered her advice. Typically, Callie would not have as willingly taken her sister’s words but she had already tried everything. Drugs didn’t help, neither did a hot shower. Not even a nap was able to numb the pain. It left the girl in desperate need to clear her head.

She had woken up that morning with her head pounding and her thoughts jumbled. The pain was severe enough to make the studious girl close her books and stare out the window for a long time. That was how Michaela found her, uncharacteristically doing nothing of personal gain. Her lab set was closed; microscope out of focus, books littered the ground. The little girl knew her sister wasn’t acting normally. That was when the two spoke and surprisingly, the elder sister listened to her younger.

So, Callie found herself in a park. Her coat was slung across her shoulders, fitted tightly around her arms but the ends fluttered around her waist. The zipper was left open, exposing her dark t-shirt to the open air. The cold felt good against her hot face and with a few breathes of fresh air, some of the buzzing disappeared.

Eventually, after her legs began to grow tired, she found a bench. Sitting down, Callie pulled a book out of her bag. It was a small journal on the heart and one of her favorites. When teenagers had romance novels they read over and over, Callie would be reading this journal for the third time. With each time, she did discover something new. She learned each time she read a book and was determined to memorize each. That was why she read each several times. She was called crazy often but she ignored them. They wouldn’t abuse her anymore when she was on the top.

A gust of wind suddenly picked up and fluttered the pages of Callie’s book and sent her bookmarker flying. Most of her markers, usually scrap pieces of paper, she would have let flying but this particular one had notes on it. Notes that she had spent hours working on for this book. She couldn’t lose it.

Without hesitating a moment, the girl flew from her seat, abandoning her book on the bench. A pair of boots, almost too small for Callie hindered her movements as she charged after the floating sheet. She was suddenly tripped up by a stone that she had not noticed. “God damm—“ Her words were cut short as she had to hold out her hands to catch herself.

Callie watched in despair as the sheet of paper fell to the ground into a puddle. She could practically feel the ink running on the page, her work coming undone. “That’s just great.” She muttered, getting to her feet. She rubbed her sore knees with a hand and hoped that if there was a cut, she didn’t get blood all over her pants. It would be just a joy to explain to her mother why she would end up with another scar. Her lovely mother that would once again suggest surgery to get rid of them and surgery to fix everything else that was wrong with Callie. Too bad for her mother that there wasn’t a surgery to fix her daughter’s personality too.