I run as fast as I can, weaving around trees and roots alike. The tears from my cheeks drip into the dark pools among the swamp as I race. Flashes of light and impatient hollers tell me they are not far behind. But for an instant, just one moment, I lose them and duck behind a larger tree.
The whimpers mix in with my panting well enough to hurt so I try to stay silent. ‘Why? Why are they chasing me? I never meant to hurt anyone? I just…I just don’t know what went wrong…’
That’s a lie. A lie to myself. I know what went wrong, and I know it’s all my fault. All because I’m different from them. From anyone else. ‘But it’s not my fault, that I’m like this…it just…makes me special’
The whimper tries to escape my mouth, so I bite it back down. It was that difference after all that led to people seeing me, noticing me. Caring for me. Loving me.
So, one day, I decided to be brave and come out to talk to them.
“Stupid.” “Retarted.” “Dangerous.” I could hear them yell. Even if there were those who cried back to support me, to be my friends, there was nothing they could do. I was doomed.
Suddenly, I choke back a sniff, which brings the lights down upon me. My hunters look down on me, but not in anger. They look…sorry for me.
“Why?” I ask them, voice cracking. “Why can’t I talk to them anymore? Why do I have to go away? I don’t wanna go away!” I couldn’t hold it in anymore, collapsing against one of their legs and crying aloud.
I felt him shake, like he too was sobbing, before wrapping me up in his arms. I don’t care about that anymore, since it might be the last time I ever feel this again.
“I’m sorry,” was all he could say, before his partner tapped me with that glowing staff. And slowly, I faded away into the void. Back into the background prison. Only to be seen, never again heard. But I think of all those who said they loved me, and how much I love them. And suddenly, I’m not so alone anymore.
This is a new challenge I stumbled into, called Free Write Friday, hosted by http://kellieelmore.com.
And I will be completely honest. I cried while writing this. Heck, even typing this, I’m still crying. I haven’t written anything that moved me this much in a long time. So I encourage anyone who reads it to take the challenge too, and see how far you can go!
Also, special thanks to Mayumi, aka BonusParts for teaching me how to not stink at linking things here!