Author: Dria
Beta: a friend who's not a member here
Rating: S
Genre: Angst
Pairing: none
A/N: I was supposed to write story about one picture. This is it
The picture used:
http://www2.hs.fi/kuvat/uutiset/2002/03/13/20020313kk03i.jpgFrom dream to nightmareThis world is so weird. The streets are colourless, like a watercolour painting done with only different shades of gray. Finland, they say, is an excellent holiday resort. Snow, happy faces, friendly people, they promised. They’re exactly like us.
And yet completely different. People passing me don’t have wings. Why don’t they have wings? They can’t fly without a pair of wings. Are they bad people, like the ones Mama warned me about?
We are getting weird looks. Amused, shocked, eyes as big as saucers. I try to avoid questioning gazes but even if I close my eyes, their faces still come and haunt me. Taunting me like I am different. Somehow scary. Mom and Mama are also receiving stares full of hate and disgust. I don’t understand, is having two mothers a sin here?
“Freaks”
“They have wings”
“Unnatural, two women together! In old days this wouldn’t happen…”
“Completely horrible. Those animals, wrong-doers should be thrown in prison”
Traffic noise isn’t enough to silence them and the wind carries whispers surrounding me gently to me. Such evil, painful words. The dream city turned to be a nightmare.
‘Don’t think about it’, I keep telling myself. ‘These humans are just scared; they probably haven’t seen angels before.’
A green-yellow tram passes us, blowing a whisper of wind that promises snow through the street. It’s so cold and constantly windy. Why on heaven did we have to come to this human-place on holiday? I would cry but even tears freeze.
I miss home for this place is so… lifeless. The city is full of life forms but it feels dead. I haven’t seen a tree nor grass. Mom says they’re dead but will be born again in season called “spring”.
I want to return home, for I feel so outcast here. Another tear runs down my cheek but I swipe it away and look at gray sky. Behind those depressing clouds is my home.
Dear God, let this nightmare end.
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Fin
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