1 Name: Fool Me Once : 2017-01-07 20:14 ID:NzIpRBvL [Del]
Wings beat faster like propellers on a helicopter, But not so fast. The thunder of bigger wings frightens the owner of the smaller ones.
Me. As a warning.
Now the wings beat faster. A loud screech comes from above. Not being able to react fast enough, my not so fast wings cease their movement. Whatever has me was beating theirs, supporting us both.
The talons like hissing snakes, speak danger. Entwining themselves around my small frame. Squeezing tighter and tighter, the world just barely out of my reach taunting me. With its freedom and capacity to support us all. It all spins faster. My vision blurring. Then BAM!!
¨ Grazey Anders¨ the nazzily voice of what can only be Mr. Richards, the Social Studies teacher, calls out. My head shoots up like a bullet, making a splooch noise as my cheek pulls away from the desk. Slobber dripping down my chin. My eyes dart to the front of the room where he stands. Towering over us all. A look of pure disgust spread across his features as he looks at me.
His right hand is full of papers, his left a pen; which he repeatedly clicks. Click- click-click. My ears buzz. I shoot out of my seat, chair falling to the floor with a loud CRASH. The whispers that were like a cold biting wind were now forming into a tornado.
Louder the voices got, bigger the owners of them smirked. Interrupting them all a voice speaks out loud and clear.
It was mine.
My voice.
Mine.
Its mine right?
So how come I don't know what I'm saying. I feel the pressure in my head build up, pushing all thoughts out of my head, suffocating me. Attempting to calm down I get deep in thought.
Looking for the answer, I think back to the blurry window of my mind. Through the thick fog that controls everything beyond it. I turn on the flashlight that lets me see through. There it was, and it was taking form. I know what happens next. I'm going to relive it, like I always do. I don't know why I always end up reliving them, but I hate every second of it.
BANG BANG BANG. The memory was now taken form. Pushing aside all the fog and the blurry window it begins taking over. And there was nothing I could do about it.
"Grazey" sings a sweet voice,"do you remember, do you?"
"Come on you remember" another calls from the left side of me.
With a swish the owner of the two voices begin circling me. The darkness soon fades and a dim light illuminates the room. I look around, trying to find the corners where the walls connect,but it all fades to black.
I turn my attention back to the identical porcelain dolls. They had perfectly curled hair that reached for their backs, and spinning white dresses that stopped below their knees. They stopped skipping and turned towards me. With a frightening look on their sharp features, they began to shake my shoulders.
"You remember you LIAR!" Their sweet teasing voices turned into malicous screeches.
"WE'LL ALWAYS MAKE YOU REMEMBER!"
Their enraged faces slowly switch to a disfigured grin, spreading from cheek to cheek. Roughly they grab my shoulders and turn me towards a door. Subconsciously I hesitantly reach towards the door knob.
Having no control over my actions, I push down the feeling of dread, and open the door slowly. As it spreads open,the door gives way to a view of a little girl with her face buried in her bruised palms. Long thick trails of water run slowly down her thin arms, staining her beautiful ironed dress.
As I watch her tears threaten to flow, but they won't, and haven't ever since I swore mommy on the morning of that fateful day.
I Promised. A person is only as good as their word, is what she had told me.
Mommy told me to never cry for myself, and only for others, and if I didn't keep that promise I would be as good as Daddy.
Moments ago I couldn't recognize that poor broken girl, but as the memories and thoughts of that day began to reoccur before me, I had no choice but to.
That girl was, no is me. This was a memory when my mother died because Daddy had one too many, and I insisted upon having him at my party as 'one big family'.
Beginning to feel horribly sick I try to turn away but they firmly grab a hold of my chin with their slick fingers, forcing me to watch.
They squeeze tightly before releasing me just as fast. Giving me a hard shove towards the door, I slightly stumble in my worn shoes.
Desperately attempting to change their minds I begin to protest knowing what happens next, being through this process countless times.
"Hurry up.... before she's gone, again." They hiss visibly growing increasingly annoyed.
Their words stick in my mind like gum, yes I know they're right- yet something holds me back, it's as if my legs have turned to concrete and my arms to stone. I try to swallow my anxiety, but struggle to breath normally.
"We've had enough!" The dolls behind me hiss angrily. For a moment I had forgotten about them, but was shortly reminded as I was shoved through the door's outer frame.
I fall straight to the ground with a harsh thud. Paying no heed to the pain I scramble onto my knees in attempt to rush back to the other side.
I abruptly stop once I hear my father's slurred voice behind me.
"Oh, my sweet little angel Daddy didn't mean to."
With my heart oozing from my ears I lay my eyes on the porcelain dolls' evil smile, it being the last thing I see as they close the door with a loud, BAM!
"Grazey Anders!!" the voice from a balloon of a man shrieks. "I understand you are mad, but there is no need to slam the door!"
I look up and let out a quiet "so-sorry"
He frowns heavily and shakes his head, the fat clinging to his bones jiggling ever so slightly. "The note please"
note? note. I have a note? but where?
"Note now" he says louder. Then in my hand I feel it. I slowly bring up the light pea green piece of paper up to my eyes. On it read
Slip for: Grazey Anders
Reason: Fell asleep during class, when woken up she began to be disruptive.
Warnings: Repeatedly told her to sit down, but she ignored me.
Class: Mr.Richard's, second period .
I closed my eyes and let out a low sigh. My mouth opens, this time saying my own words. "Here.... sir" I meekly shuffle up to the man's large oval desk. As I do, I recall the eight other times I have visited him, and not on good terms.
After I slide the note over to Mr.Carden I shuffle back stiffly, making sure not to bump the water despenser.
After a couple seconds of silence he speaks loudly in his huffy voice,"Miss Anders this is your second time this week. You need to pull yourself together, or next time it's going to be suspension!" I freeze, and look at him with wide eyes.
I remember the last time I had suspension. My uncle made me do all the house chores, even taking care of the family shop. He knew that I hated being around people, yet he forced me to do so at every opportunity.
Earnestly I nodded my head and hurried out of the room. I lightly closed the door behind me and ignored the degrading glances from Lainey the secretary. She hadn't been to fond of me ever since the day I had spilled her coffee on the attendance slips. With small quick steps I made my way out of the suffocating atmosphere the office emitted.
I slowed down when I made a turn around the first corner,shaking my head trying to fling the memories out of my mind. To no avail they took over, leaving me an drone on the outside; on the inside I was fighting a losers battle...against my self.
