Sooraya Qadir ~ ҉ ~ Dust (fivepillars) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-01-24 15:39:00 |
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Sooraya felt like she was in a daze, she had spent all morning in her dormitory, thankfully spared from the upsetting blast the other day. She'd yelled for her roommate to leave her alone, though she hadn't even thought it had been due to her abilities, or lack thereof. She just felt different, she'd never noticed the hardness of her skin before, it hadn't been like stone but there had been a definite strongness to it before, now she felt soft and easily wounded. She forced herself to go through the ritual cleansing in a robotic rhythm before falling to her knees on the mat she'd brought from the Middle East with her, gathering herself into her pose she began praying the daily prayers. It wasn't until the earlier prayer was over that she realized something was really wrong with her, though she still could not place the upset feeling. She allowed herself a nap after prayer, sleeping longer than she'd meant to she woke with a startle as she noticed the time and hurried for the next succession of prayers and rituals she not only had to go through, but wanted to go through. After an hour or so of bowing, singing, chanting, washing, and praising Sooraya finally had a little more time to herself. She smiled, currently not wearing the veil she'd normally be seen in, though dressed in the rest of the garb and still hidden from evil eyes. She stretched out and closed her eyes giving off the sound of a content kitten as she stretched. It was when her stretching seemed to stop midair that the smile that had been starting to curl her lips started to falter. She tried to push her palms up higher, to feel the normal sensation of her being parting and giving itself over to it's actual physical manifestation...but when that feeling didn't come over her, her eyes shot open as she looked up to her hands. There was no buzzing look of molecules, no sandy color of her skin as she'd expected. She brought her hands to her face and spread her fingers as if her body were playing a trick on her that she had to examine and break. She looked over her hands and touched her face as she tried to force the manipulation of her body to do as she willed it to do, and it willed itself against her to stay in the form of flesh and blood. "No.." she whispered out coarsely before pushing herself up and dashing to the nearest mirror, gazing at her eyes for only a second before closing them again and seemed to concentrate...when she opened them again, her mouth fell open. She'd expected to see herself in sand-form, but there she was again, as 'normal' as any other human over looked by Allah's grace. Tears welled in her eyes as she scrambled for a veil and pulled it over her head to hide her from the world and evil it held from harming her. She rushed and opened her laptop to scan quickly over what others had been saying, issues with their abilities, couldn't shift....Jay...no healing. Anger flared within her as she read over his words, Allah had not cured him! How dare he. Angrily her fingers shook over the keys as she sent him a message and slammed the laptop closed before rushing to her own door and moved like an ink streak across the floors of the dorms to the mansion grounds. Before she was even to the rec room she was out of breath, a stitch in her side had started to form and though she never admitted it to herself, it was really hot under all the fabric she wore. Her first thought was not to run to a teacher, to a friend, or to anyone who could possibly know about anything that was happening...her first instinct was to seek solitude from everyone where she could give herself over to her faith and cry and never be heard. Her roommate or anyone could walk into the room at anytime while she went crazy and gave into her tears, but in the school wing...she would be alone. Though she'd been proven wrong on this already, that thought didn't bother to pop up just yet. Instead she moved, pushed herself forward against the growing pain in her legs, side, and lungs. Brushing past people, her shoulder slammed into someone who got a very breathless 'sorry' as she rushed on without the image of the person she'd hit register in her mind. Ten minutes later she'd been climbing the stairs to the second floor where she started frantically pulling and twisting on knobs, though non would give to her need. Down towards the end of the hall she slammed her body into the door with a loud cry as tears slid down her cheeks, she let herself slide down the door to her knees as she held onto the knob of the door and arched her back as if her weight would force the lock and open the door. She made cries from her throat, deep and painful before she pulled herself forward and started slamming the sides of her fists against the door next. Within a few moments the curl of her fist was left smeared in blood against the door, the friction from her hits had started to rub the sides of her fists raw. What hurt worse was that she should have been able to go into her Dust form and slide under the door easily. She leaned her forehead against the door and weakly hit her palm against the door as she cried audibly. She cried as if she'd lost her mother again, and maybe she was, maybe this was just the last straw and everything she'd ever bottled was finally going to come spilling out. She'd never cried while being taken back and forth between slave owners, she'd never cried when she parted from her mom, she never cried when her dad left....but now, now she just couldn't hold it all in anymore and Allah had finally forsaken her too. In one last burst of anger she raised her arm and with all the force left within her she struck down incorrectly and within a sharp painful second, she knew the depth of her mistake as the bones within her wrist seemed to both shatter and grind against one another as her wrist broke from the force of hitting the door this time. She screamed. The anguish and pitch of the scream seemed to echo around her as she clutched her arm against her and curled into a shivering ball on the floor. Her bloody prints seemed like finger paintings done by a child, and yet they seemed like unknown words dancing on a gravestone above her as she laid on the floor as well. She did nothing to stop the tears or the crying, if there had ever been a time to cry in her life, this was it. Not because of her abilities, but because of everything that had brought her to this moment. |