Imaginary Truth
By Petit Oiseau Noir
Ever since I was a girl, something has been calling me to it. I remember walking around paths and parks during my childhood trying to find it. Especially in when it was raining or snowing, the neighbors would notice me all alone crouching down looking at a blooming flower or the melting of the morning frost.
My family never noticed my absence. They never really cared for me, or at least I don't think they did. Even now, with me in my late teens, they still ignore me. They never noticed me wandering out of the house late at night to watch the stars. Or leaving the house during a thunderstorm to see the light reflect onto the raindrops, trying to see what hidden secrets lay inside the water cocoon.
Because of my calling (as I call it), I have always been curious to what lies behind what our human eyes can see. What is hidden from our sight, in the white frost of the tiny snowflakes or the small air particles. Since I've noticed the call, I've been looking closely at something near me or in the distance, trying to see what lays inside those wonderful little heat waves, other then heat of course. Wondering why that sometimes one part of a room is always 5 degrees lower then the other parts.
But now, with only weeks till my nineteenth birthday, I find myself slipping into the average thought of things. I'm starting to catch myself thinking more and more that fairies, elves, and magic dimensions don't exist. That only my imagination is creating my calling.
What a depressing thought, I think. That there is nothing special, nothing unique about life. That life is just facts and thoughts and feelings all mixing together. Nothing new, just the old recurring histories, riding like a bus. Never stopping for the new things that want to get on. Sad very sad, that no one is truly unique, with only the false sense of hope.
And now I find myself believing that there is only what's in plain sight. I'm starting to need to see things to believe it (or in it). And, that my friend, scares me, utterly petrifies me. I know that if I don't find what I've been looking for all my life in the last 4 weeks until my birthday, that I will have lost all chance and will be brought into the average mind. I will lose all faith in the impossible to be possible and believe only what I see, nothing more and nothing less.
What a sad, sad life I will lead if that is to happen. A sad, normal life.
To Be Continued
(A/N: Hehe... like it? Please review if you do... and also review if you don't, I want to know why please! This is my first fic, and it's been in my mind for awhile, feels good to get it uploaded. The next chapter might take a long time to come out, because I'm lacking in creativity at the moment. Oh yeah, before I forget, what ship should it be?
If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know so I can fix it.)