Evening
Mac got home late that
evening. Just as he had closed the front door, he heard Terrence's
door open with a slam.
Here
we go with the wedgies, he thought.
Instead, Terrence stood
there, his white teeth (from the day before) shining, his eyes
sparkling like stars…
- Mac! My beloved
little brother!
- Huh…?
- Finally you're
home! Did you have a good time with your friend Bloo?
- !
- Don't say more!
And Terrence hugged him
almost choking him, then (to his disgust, though in the past days he
had fresh breath) kissed him on both cheeks.
- Terrence…! – Mac
stammered in astonishment, wiping his face.
- Oh, Mac! Do you want
some help with the homework?
Sure,
if I want to get an E, thought Mac.
But he was too
astonished to say anything. He just stood there… until Mom got
home, an hour later.
Night (dreams)
Wilt
He had two arms, and two good eyes. No stitches on his face. He had an owner he truly loved. They used to play basketball together. He always remembered him in his dreams… but what happened after he was abandoned…? Never. He tried to chase that memory away, so it didn't show up even in nightmares. No one will know… never… never… NEVER…
Shaula
- You just thought
me up, Sheila! It's me, Shaula the Joyful Fairy!
- What…? – asked
a 4-year-old little girl.
- Well, you looked
in the mirror and wished you were a fairy… here I am! I will always
look like you, grow with you…
Sheila and Shaula, best friends forever… or so it seemed…
- Oh, Sheila, what
has happened? What's that black eye? Let me cure you…
- Shut up! –
shouted an 11-year-old girl – it's your fought! They said a grown
girl doesn't play with fairies!
12-year-old Sheila stayed at home. Shaula swung her feelers around… to sense who was hurting her. She flew out of the house without getting noticed. Out on the soccer field. There they were… those bullies.
- Sheila! No! Why? –
Shaula whined as Sheila tied her hands together – no! Wait!
Her wrists hurt.
They soon began to bleed as Sheila pulled the knots tighter.
- What was on your
mind, FAIRY? Tell me, to go out there and fight them, tell them to
stop? LOOK! – she pulled up her sweater's arm to show some wound
marks – you know what they told me?
Her
feelers sensed Sheila's thoughts… the bully… „Ooh, so a
fairy is your bodyguard, isn't it?" Laughter… evil laughter
„Well, she won't protect you now! Those cuuute wings, those
lovely feelers… aw, we were afraid to melt every moment! Girly,
girly, girly… little sweetheart… how old are you, Miss Pathetic
She-loves-fairies?"
Almost 13-year-old Sheila stood beside the bed, hitting her pillow with her new baseball bat. She wanted to be cool… to learn to fight…
Shaula, locked inside the wardrobe, her wrists tied together and slowly bleeding, caressed her owner's old clothes with her cheeks. Those lovely dresses, skirts… now she wouldn't wear else but pants and dark T-shirts. Shaula remembered how love and friendship used to feel… though now her feelers were hanging broken. She could sense nothing but anger… anger… ANGER…
- A living target to
practise on… good… thank you for helping me…
The baseball bat hit
Shaula's wings. She screamed, but soon Sheila had enough and tied
up her mouth.
But she could understand. Bullies. Anger. A burning desire to fit in. Fake feelings to throw away all she used to love once… including her imaginary friend…
Sheila
- Go and stay at
that home or whatever! In a week I'll be going to a new school. And
a cool girl does not play with fairies!
She was 14. No more
imaginary friends.
Terrence
How gorgeous she
looked! Oh, those black eyes with that deep, mysterious fire burning
inside them! Shelby! No, no, wait… ah, yes! SHEILA! Yeah, yeah, it
was Sheila. Now he really ought to remmeber well.
He felt her soft
lips brush against his and stay there, moving slowly… and he lost
himself in her kisses.
Mac
Mac lay awake. What the hell was happening to Terrence?
Hope you liked it, and PLEASE REVIEW! - Sofia (Sheila/Shaula t.J.F.)