EmpathyWhen someone is up, on top of the world,
It doesn't mean they've never lain lonely and curled.
Surely if that weren't a piece of them,
They would stop looking for each person's gem.
If they hadn't experienced pain near and far,
They wouldn't be quite the person they are.
And they wouldn't stop to wipe your tears
And they wouldn't care about all your fears.
Because empathy is not something you are born with
It is something you've earned.
HalvedMy blogger is filled with half-written posts, my mind is filled with half-written stories, my sketchbook is full of drawings half-assed and my room is a half cleaned flurry.
Wings Part EightMelissa went towards the area it had just come from. She began to hear the sound of rushing water. A few steps later and she was able to see what looked to be a mini waterfall. She started running. She was so excited that she had finally managed to find it!
When she looked around she didn’t see anybody. Disappointed, Melissa grabbed out her water bottle to fill it. She dipped it into the fresh spring and looked up at the sky. It seemed like there was a giant bird landing many feet away.
She closed her water bottle and took a sip. She closed her eyes and tried to figure out what to do next.
“Melissa?” called a voice not too far away.
Melissa looked up only to see what looked like a winged girl many feet away. “Becca?” She called out. The two of them ran towards each other.
“I’ve missed you so much!” Becca said.
“Why did you stop talking to me?” Melissa asked.
“I was growing my wings,” Becca replied, “I ran alm
Wings Part SevenShe wandered forward still. She didn’t have much else to do besides wander on. By midday her feet had started to ache. She found a tree to sit in and took out some food. She ate it slowly, savoring the flavors. She didn’t often savor her food. It was easier when one didn’t know when their next meal would be.
She lounged there for a while before dropping down and trudging on ahead.
She began to pass many, many trees. She was going into a very deep forest. The leaves almost covered up the entirety of the sky, blocking out most of the sunlight. It was beautiful. In a mile she stopped again and decided to set up a pseudo camp.
She gathered brush and pine needles together, putting the softer leaves on top. She made a bed out of it. She laid back and ate her packed dinner.
She found a fallen branch with the leaves still on it and brought it over to where her bed was. She would be using it as a blanket. She dug a hole in the ground and took out her book of matches, striking
Wings Part SixHer mom drove her home after everything had been figured out. She had a new appointment set for next week. Her mom told her she could spend the day at home. Melissa said nothing. She felt residual effects from whatever had happened to her.
Her mom dropped her off at home while she went off to get some allergy medications. The doctors thought Melissa had an allergic reaction to the gas. Melissa knew differently. No. The trouble was not an allergy. The trouble was that they wanted to take away a part of her. The knobs were important.
She didn’t know why or how, but she knew they were.
She looked around her room after she had climbed up the stairs. It was clean. Organized. Normal.
She didn’t want it anymore. She didn’t want any of this anymore. She wanted freedom. She wanted to be whomever she was now, whatever that looked like.
She spotted her backpack on top of the bed. It was open, papers strewn from the zipper. She emptied it and began packing. She packed things that
Wings Part FiveIt was now Wednesday morning. They wanted to put her in for surgery that upcoming Monday. She didn’t know if she was ready. She had become fond of the growths. She decided to continue without the hoodie for the rest of the week for the sake of it being the last days with her knobs.
People would find it strange if they asked her why she wasn’t ashamed or scared of them, but she didn’t care. It’s not like she had a whole lot of school friends anyways.
Her best friend had stopped talking to her this year anyways.
Her other “friends” rarely talked to her, too. It was as though she had an invisible disease. Sure, she had become quieter, but why was that a problem? It shouldn’t have been. Real friends don’t abandon others for being quiet. For missing school. For losing other friends.
Melissa tried not to cry as she got ready for school. She wanted to transfer, but she knew if she told her mom this, she would suspect it was because of the bumps.
Wings Part FourShe spent the rest of that night working on making the wings as gentle and attractive as she had imagined in her mind.
After she finished, she changed into her pajamas, opened the window, and tucked herself deep within her quilt for sleep.
She was small, standing next to the flower. She was about twice the size, making her about a foot tall. Her hair had turned a bright blonde color and her eyes and dark green. Her wings were half the size of her body. They were beautiful and they were delicate. They resembled the fairy that she had drawn not more than an hour before, except she was in color.
The wings were a soft yellow with black dots and orange rims. They were thinner and more defined than that of a butterfly. And they were great for flying.
She effortlessly lifted herself into the air, fluttering her wings about. Little sparkles drifted down with every wing flap, there seemed to be no end to it. It was so pretty, being able to see those sparkled in the light of day.
She found herse
Wings Part ThreeHer alarm chose that moment to go off. She covered her ears and moved towards the alarm, shutting it off with her elbow. Her back felt really weird. The bumps had grown. They stuck out an inch and a half from her shoulder blades. They were hard and firm. It was as though she was growing an extra pair of arms from her back.
She groaned and sat on her bed, her head in her hands. Half an hour later her mom knocked on her door. “We don’t want to be late for your appointment,” she said, “Come down and grab some breakfast!”
Melissa removed her hands from her head, she felt a little better. “Coming.”
She changed into her favorite pair of jeans and threw a tank top on under her enormous hoodie. She didn’t want people in the waiting room to think she was a freak. She wandered downstairs to find that her mom had made homemade blueberry pancakes. She must have remembered how much Melissa hated doctor’s visits.
Melissa scarfed down the pancakes