Fairytales (elfenmarchen) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-08-25 13:37:00 |
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Current mood: | guilty |
WHO: born again! Fairytales
WHEN: sometime in the last week
WHERE: New York
WHAT: Fairytales comes back. Narrative.
When she came to herself, she was warm. She was curled up inside a dark, soft nest, and it felt like safety.
She stayed there for a long time, hovering on the edge of sleep. She felt very tired, and her chest ached. She dreamed in colours and shapes and music.
A bird trilled in her ear, and she opened her eyes. It was daylight. She was curled up in a garden, covered in a blanket of dirt and leaves, and a bird was perched on her shoulder, looking at her with one bright eye. It cheeped again, and fluttered into a bush to watch her as she sat up and stretched.
The dirt fell away from her as she crawled out of the garden onto the grass. The sun was warm on her face and she smiled. What a glorious day! Whatever she'd been doing before was gone, just a dim recollection in the back of her memory. The dragonish witch was replaced by a little blonde girl in a white summer dress and dirty bare feet, smiling as she felt the grass between her toes.
For a while she danced on the grass in the sun. She saw no reason to do anything else. Someone stopped and tried to talk to her, but she only laughed and ran away, loving the feeling on the wind in her hair. A few birds and squirrels started following her around the park, so she climbed a tree to talk to them better, and spent the night up there with a stray cat sleeping on her belly and birds on her shoulders.
When she slept she had strange dreams, of bright swords and a girl with golden hair. When she woke she felt unsettled. She stayed in the tree, petting the cat, as she tried to place why she felt off. Around mid-morning, two women walked past, arguing.
"I don't understand why you won't move in with me."
"You really don't? Did you think this was going to be some kind of fairy tale ending?"
Oh. That feeling was guilt. Fairytales- for it was she- climbed down from the tree and ran away to hide. As the day went on, the unhappiness and feeling of guilt and loneliness only grew. People everywhere had someone to talk to, someone to go home to. Fairytales didn't even have a home. She left the park and got lost, except for the cat that kept following her. She hid behind a shop and cried for a while, before walking through the streets as the sun went down. Whenever someone tried to speak to her, she ran away from them.
Eventually, she stopped outside a small building that felt a little friendlier. She slid through the door, creeping silently through the place until she found a small cupboard under the stairs and crept inside to curl up and sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day. She would try to figure out what to do next then.