Post by Rach_E_L on Feb 10, 2013 17:33:52 GMT 1
She was running. Running away from everything she had grown up with. Away from torture, abuse and neglect.
Tam was sixteen. It was dark where she was. Where was she again? Oh, but did that matter? She was free - but at a cost. Her twin sister had been killed. Tam tried hard not to remember what had happened, but it slipped into her mind so easily, like a snake into the darkness of a lake-
No, she had to keep moving! The fairy didn't care about the stares she was getting. Wherever she went in the mortal world, she got stares. Her hair was as bright and as wild as a bonfire, cascading down her back or into the wind like seaweed. Her eyes were wide and scared, big and red-brown like cinannom incense. Her clothes were nothing but brown and black rags, ripped shorts and a dirty T-shirt. She was also filthy, dirt covering her from her bare feet to her frightened expression. And those stares were without her wings.
She was panting heavily, feeling it burn her lungs and stab at her side. She wasn't one for building stamina - she had developed her strength more, while Dizzy had trained her brain.
The streets were narrow and long, offering no escape if someone spotted her. She was an experiment; locked in a lab since birth because she had been one of twin faries. Scientists experimented on Tam and her sister whenever it took their fancy. Whenever they had something new to try, the twins were called up to test the theory.
In their spare time, they had trained with gym equipment or read the books on the books on the perfectly white shelves. Dizzy had often read to Tam as Tam weight-lifted. It had comforted both girls, but now all that had ended.
Tam ducked into an alley and slid down the wall, panting and trying to wet her mouth with the little saliva she had. She was thirsty, oh so thirsty, and hungry too. Her head was spinning like a merry-go-round from those children's books and she felt like she was going to faint.
It was darker here, but the fairy wasn't afraid of the dark. No, she was more afraid of the men in white lab coats, the white room she had been locked in and the white room where she had experienced such pain she had wished for death to come, carry her away to the Underworld and her mother.
Oh, but Dizzy was with their mother now. Tam blinked away warm, fat tears and hoped that they were happy together. No, she didn't quite blink away those tears; they spilled over onto her dirty face, smudging the dirt. She gave in almost immediently and let herself cry over the death of the only family member she had known. She missed her sister already.
But now she had to survive. The redhead couldn't let her sister's death be in vain. She had to get away, hide, start a life and live it to the fullest. For her sister. But that was so hard when she was confined to this small, dark, dirty alley, watching the people pass. Everything started to go blurry, and she closed her eyes slowly.
Tam was sixteen. It was dark where she was. Where was she again? Oh, but did that matter? She was free - but at a cost. Her twin sister had been killed. Tam tried hard not to remember what had happened, but it slipped into her mind so easily, like a snake into the darkness of a lake-
No, she had to keep moving! The fairy didn't care about the stares she was getting. Wherever she went in the mortal world, she got stares. Her hair was as bright and as wild as a bonfire, cascading down her back or into the wind like seaweed. Her eyes were wide and scared, big and red-brown like cinannom incense. Her clothes were nothing but brown and black rags, ripped shorts and a dirty T-shirt. She was also filthy, dirt covering her from her bare feet to her frightened expression. And those stares were without her wings.
She was panting heavily, feeling it burn her lungs and stab at her side. She wasn't one for building stamina - she had developed her strength more, while Dizzy had trained her brain.
The streets were narrow and long, offering no escape if someone spotted her. She was an experiment; locked in a lab since birth because she had been one of twin faries. Scientists experimented on Tam and her sister whenever it took their fancy. Whenever they had something new to try, the twins were called up to test the theory.
In their spare time, they had trained with gym equipment or read the books on the books on the perfectly white shelves. Dizzy had often read to Tam as Tam weight-lifted. It had comforted both girls, but now all that had ended.
Tam ducked into an alley and slid down the wall, panting and trying to wet her mouth with the little saliva she had. She was thirsty, oh so thirsty, and hungry too. Her head was spinning like a merry-go-round from those children's books and she felt like she was going to faint.
It was darker here, but the fairy wasn't afraid of the dark. No, she was more afraid of the men in white lab coats, the white room she had been locked in and the white room where she had experienced such pain she had wished for death to come, carry her away to the Underworld and her mother.
Oh, but Dizzy was with their mother now. Tam blinked away warm, fat tears and hoped that they were happy together. No, she didn't quite blink away those tears; they spilled over onto her dirty face, smudging the dirt. She gave in almost immediently and let herself cry over the death of the only family member she had known. She missed her sister already.
But now she had to survive. The redhead couldn't let her sister's death be in vain. She had to get away, hide, start a life and live it to the fullest. For her sister. But that was so hard when she was confined to this small, dark, dirty alley, watching the people pass. Everything started to go blurry, and she closed her eyes slowly.