Mystery’s diary:
“I hate her. I hate him. I hate them all. I wish I’d just turn into stone. That way, nobody would pry on my life. And if people wouldn’t like me, they could kick me, and I would feel it. Physically. Not driven mad trying to guess what they really are feeling towards me.”
She took a dive from the top of the St. Michael’s Cathedral. Her powerful stroke drove a flock of migratory birds away. She felt a gush of coldness and tried to ignore it lest she shivered and lose her focus. But it was nothing compared to what has been bothering her. She’s been feeling a bit weird lately. There’s this sudden feeling of emptiness inside her. She suddenly felt scared though she didn’t know why.
Last night, she had a dream. It was unusual that she dreamt on her sleep. She remembered it vividly. She lay asleep in bed, a teddy bear beside her. It was dim inside the room, the moon illuminating through the window. In the stillness of the night, a shadow crept towards the side of her bed, and even before she could react, she saw herself being lifted out of her bed, and with a snap of a finger, pulled into something like a dark hole.
For the first time in her existence, she felt lonely being alone. She missed her life back in the village. She wanted to see her old school and visit her friends, even her teachers and classmates whom she resented. Above all, she missed her grandmother and her overweight ginger cat.
She closed her eyes as she plunged down into the heart of the forest and veered just in time to avoid the big redwood tree. She landed in the thicket and brushed off her pants. She made her way into the cottage and peeked inside through the window. No one’s around, as usual. It was still late in the afternoon. Nobody’s home until supper time. She headed back into the woods and perched herself comfortably on her favorite branch of the huge tree. She let her eye wander listlessly for a while. She had a perfect 360 degree view of the country from her spot and had always enjoyed it. But not this time. She let out a sigh. She could have been adult by now, probably working. Or she could have moved to the city and went into college. And she could have had a boyfriend. She shuddered at the last thought. Nostalgia kept her company. Why this would even happen to her, she had no idea. She thought of everything gone to her the day she turned in to her new life. She’s changed completely. Or rather, did not change since she did not age. But she had grown a pair of powerful wings as white as snow. According to the Smithson’s laboratories, she’s a transgenic human. To everyone, commoners and herself included, she’s a half-human, half-avian. A mutant, that is. A freaky mutant human bird.
“I hate her. I hate him. I hate them all. I wish I’d just turn into stone. That way, nobody would pry on my life. And if people wouldn’t like me, they could kick me, and I would feel it. Physically. Not driven mad trying to guess what they really are feeling towards me.”
She took a dive from the top of the St. Michael’s Cathedral. Her powerful stroke drove a flock of migratory birds away. She felt a gush of coldness and tried to ignore it lest she shivered and lose her focus. But it was nothing compared to what has been bothering her. She’s been feeling a bit weird lately. There’s this sudden feeling of emptiness inside her. She suddenly felt scared though she didn’t know why.
Last night, she had a dream. It was unusual that she dreamt on her sleep. She remembered it vividly. She lay asleep in bed, a teddy bear beside her. It was dim inside the room, the moon illuminating through the window. In the stillness of the night, a shadow crept towards the side of her bed, and even before she could react, she saw herself being lifted out of her bed, and with a snap of a finger, pulled into something like a dark hole.
For the first time in her existence, she felt lonely being alone. She missed her life back in the village. She wanted to see her old school and visit her friends, even her teachers and classmates whom she resented. Above all, she missed her grandmother and her overweight ginger cat.
She closed her eyes as she plunged down into the heart of the forest and veered just in time to avoid the big redwood tree. She landed in the thicket and brushed off her pants. She made her way into the cottage and peeked inside through the window. No one’s around, as usual. It was still late in the afternoon. Nobody’s home until supper time. She headed back into the woods and perched herself comfortably on her favorite branch of the huge tree. She let her eye wander listlessly for a while. She had a perfect 360 degree view of the country from her spot and had always enjoyed it. But not this time. She let out a sigh. She could have been adult by now, probably working. Or she could have moved to the city and went into college. And she could have had a boyfriend. She shuddered at the last thought. Nostalgia kept her company. Why this would even happen to her, she had no idea. She thought of everything gone to her the day she turned in to her new life. She’s changed completely. Or rather, did not change since she did not age. But she had grown a pair of powerful wings as white as snow. According to the Smithson’s laboratories, she’s a transgenic human. To everyone, commoners and herself included, she’s a half-human, half-avian. A mutant, that is. A freaky mutant human bird.
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