tuftsinthewind (tuftsinthewind) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-01-31 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~juniper wrey |
Who: Juniper Wrey (Narrative)
What: Homesickness is rough, adjustment is rougher.
When: January 28th
Where: Juniper’s dorm room
Rating: G (also F, for Feels)
Since her arrival in Limbo, Juniper Wrey had hardly stopped crying. She felt wrung out and exhausted, drained and heartbroken. She wanted to go home, she wanted to be able to stretch her wings out and sit on top of the farmhouse with the birds. She wanted to be able to feel the wind in her hair and fly home when she smelt her mother’s cooking, landing on the back porch and sleep in her bed at night.
The rooms here were big enough to stretch her wings out, for the most part, but the bed was wrong and uncomfortable and she wasn’t home. They were trapped here and she’d been told that she wasn’t allowed to fly outside otherwise they’d put another clip on her wing, she could only fly in training simulations and when otherwise supervised. She was told she had to control her powers and make sure that she wasn’t using them when she wasn’t authorised to do so. She was told when to eat, when to sleep, when to exercise, when to do all the things that she would have previously done freely.
And she didn’t want to.
She hadn’t attacked that man, she’d just been flying and he’d shot at her. He’d shot at her and hurt her wing and then he lied to the police and told them that she was a monster. That she’d come flying at him, trying to take his throat out. She hadn’t. And then they’d locked her up and taken her away from her parents. Her parents… they had tried to help her. What had happened to them? No one would tell her, they wouldn’t let her call them - she wasn’t even sure she knew the phone number even if she wanted to - and wouldn’t tell her what had happened…
She’d taken great pains not to be seen or to interact with anyone. It had only been a couple of days but she’d managed quite well. She’d headed into the food place after dark when there was hardly anyone there and scurried away with food, stuff that she could stash and store to eat during the day. Bottled water was how she kept hydrated and she filled it up from the bathroom if she ran out before her nightly run to the canteen.
A hiccup escaped her and she felt sick all over again. She’d never cried this much in her life. And to make things worse… she’d seen some of the people here when she was brought in. They all looked normal. She saw some of the girls and they were beautiful. She wasn’t like that, wasn’t like them. She was wrong, she looked weird. She’d heard one of the people who had arrested her call her a freak. A freak amongst freaks.
Her wings curled around her protectively, shielding her from her own reflection in the mirror that was opposite her bed. She wrapped her arms around her legs and buried her face in her knees.
She wanted to go home.