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Wings[G]; Fiction challenge
Topic Started: Feb 26 2009, 09:33 AM (209 Views)
Emsie
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Wings


Livia had had them forever. They were beautiful, awful, awkward, lovely, something to be proud of and something to hide. Something she understood and misunderstood. They were things that she wished often weren’t hers and they were things that she was glad that were hers. White, blue, light and unearthly, comforting and uncomfortable. They had brought her praise and torment her whole life, but she loved them, her wings.


They had been the reason her first friend had talked to her in the first place.


Black hair and brown eyes were curious as they looked at her wings as a child, strange things for a kid to wear in public, the little boy thought. “Why do you wear those things all of the time?” The question was innocent enough, five years old and curious herself, she just blinked at him for a moment, “Wear what? Shoes? Mommy said I had to.” Gold eyes were wide and clear of any damage from teasing, too young to understand the other children’s whispers and the parents’ strange looks at her back when she skipped around.


“No, those things on your back!” His brown eyes had narrowed in frustration, not remembering the word for them in his haste to know why the girl wore them all the time.


Those days, Livia didn’t feel the need to pull the large appendages close to her, so they hung loose behind her, “These?” She extended a wing. “I dun wear them! They are a part of me!” Her smile was cute and missing teeth here and there from the beginnings off the long process of getting her adult teeth. When she finally understood the boy’s confused look she flapped her wings. “They’re on my body! See?” And she turned around to show him.


But, instead of just inspecting, the boy tugged on a wing which made her cry out to his astonishment, “Sorry!” He was sheepish, backing away quickly, ducking his head.


Livia sniffed, that had been painful, tears sparkled in her eyes, but she wasn’t mad, most people didn’t know that it hurt to pull on wings, “It’s ‘kay, no more pull, though! That hurts!” The boy nodded, took a few steps forward and gave the normal hug that was normal punishment for hurting someone in class. “Sorry.”


In the beginning, she viewed them as just another body part. Something she was unable to get rid of or live without as much as one needed hands or feet. She didn’t know that something was strange about them, her sissy had them and so did her daddy, so why did she sometimes get those questions? She didn’t know and couldn’t grasp at such a young age the strangeness her wings presented.


The memory had been a good one, but there were many more in her long life that were not so good involving her wings. Many insulted their appearance in the dull lights of a high school hallway, or pulling them on purpose to hurt her. She had learned quick to hold her wings close to her and to hide as fast as she possibly could.


High school was hell. Girls jealous of the half angel beauty she possessed, though unknowingly, and the attention she got because of those awkward but beautiful appendages. There were some days she wanted to just cry and other days where she wanted to be rid of them, these things that kept her in the spotlight unwillingly and made it possible to break her spirit, her fire.


Many days she longed to go outside and just fly away, she knew she was capable of just that, flying away; she just never got the nerve to just leave. Just disappear like she wanted to. Flying to her was private, something only her family ever got to really see, her truly fly about, until the one day she had met him. Though, later she would deny that she had gone flying for him or his urgings, but she had flown, right outside of her high school bright and brilliantly in the air.


She had felt freedom, tasted it and it teased the edges of her consciousness to go and get away, but she came back to the boy who had asked her to do what she had wanted to in the first place. The second boy to befriend her.


And she had hoped he’d be “the one” but it never came to pass and she eventually had to move away into the cold snow of a place far away from her home with her sister as they were abandoned.


She cursed her wings. She wanted them gone. They had come from one of those people who were supposed to be there forever for her. To protect her, to teach her those things she needed to know! Her wings drooped, their color still bright, still brilliant, but sad and unwanted.


Livia wanted them gone.


She saw her own wings, her sister’s wing, and wished them gone, pain rushing through whenever she caught sight of them or felt them as clearly as she did when that black haired brown eyed boy had pulled them. She didn’t want that reminder of her parents. But they were still there, making the memory fresh each time she glanced in a reflection of herself.


Weeks, months, and a year passed before she could stand to look at them again. The pain was more of an ache and the anger was made to be dulled. She had grown little, her hair had gotten longer, and the blonde was still as bright on the ends as it had been when she was a child and the brown as dark as it had always been. The gold in her eyes was dull and muddled, brown now always mixed in. Her wings were stiff, she hadn’t properly stretched them in ages, hadn’t flown in longer, her limbs were aching as well as her wings but she ignored it as she went through her routine as normally as a angry, depressed half angel could do.


Years later, she would reflect on that time as one of the saddest in her life. She had grown up and out of it eventually with some help from a couple of friends, a relationship and her sister who was becoming more and more like her mother, her rock when she needed one. She loved her and appreciated her more than she probably had shown the poor girl, but that was typical of the likes of her, yes?


Her wings perked up, the pain at looking at them was virtually gone, and the relationship, though it didn’t last, had helped her immensely with getting her back to where she had begun. Bright, happy, comforting, what most people called ‘Sunshine’. This was accepting herself again, they had said. It had been too long since she had thought of herself as fine as she was. From young child to young adult the trials and tribulations of such an essential thing to her being were hard but well worth the outcome, of loving herself again. Loving her wings again.


The wrinkles on her face stood out now, her hair had gone gray and the gold had turned honey, but her wings still held that same beauty she had throughout her whole life, and the kind she needed to see even when she was sad, hurt, and angry. The beauty of where she came from, who she was.


((I had to rewrite this two times for English and may have to rewrite this again, but this is what I have as of now.))
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