- Flashback -
The day
Sheila had taken Shaula home. That was when it all had begun
The two
walked happily on the street. At least, Shaula was over the moon. Oh,
if only she could use her feelers! She would have surely felt what
Sheila was up to… Her hidden nasty smile was already suggesting it…
Once
home, Sheila led her to her room and took out a drawing. A drawing
of Shaula t.J.F..
„Remember
how many times I have drawn you after I thought you up?" she asked.
„Yes"
replied Shaula, smiling brightly, the heart on her chest still
glowing pink.
„I drew
this in your abscence, anyway… I didn't remember you well."
„Let
me see" Shaula leant over the paper „yeah… I'm missing my
medal, and… well, I used to look like this before…" she looked
a bit sadly at her broken wings and touched her hanging feelers.
„Yeah,
the medal, with the S letter. I made it for you after you were
created, remember?" said Sheila „oh, and Shaula! I'm afraid
I've lost my old pics of you, on which I drew how you should act
sometimes."
„Ah,
you mean joyful, cheery, smiley, careful, gentle?"
„That's
what I was looking for" and Sheila writ the words down beside the
fairy's picture.
Shaula
didn't notice, as she was dreamily looking at the ceiling. Yeah,
she remembered the picture. There were only these five words beside.
There was
silence for a second.
„Shouldn't
I correct this picture now? Maybe with those stitched wings and
broken feelers…"
„Sheila!"
Shaula began to feel something wasn't right „but why? You
remember me like that, and I'm sure I could go back to that…"
„I
know it as well. But now, I need this drawing to look like you now.
To have you perfectly in my mind."
Shaula
made a couple of steps back.
„W-what
do you mean, Sheila?"
„NOW,
TERRENCE! HOLD HER TIGHT!"
The boy
suddenly jumped out from behind the door and grabbed Shaula from
behind.
„Let me
go! Sheila! What does this mean? What do you want? SHEILA!" Shaula
struggled as Terrence held her blocking her arms.
She didn't
answer, just took out an eraser and began correcting the drawing.
„Hmm…
two stitches on the right upper wing… one on the lower left… left
feeler hanging a bit more than the right one…"
Then she
started colouring it.
„Light
blue dress… shiny wings… feelers with yellow pompon… pink heart
on the chest… white socks, red trainers…"
„Sheila!
What are you doing? Why? What's going on?"
„Shut
up!" said Terrence.
„You
shut up, Terrence!" Sheila threw him a killer look „I can't
concentrate if you start arguing now!"
And,
beside the characteristics, she added: Does what Shaula t. J. F.
would, knows her. But, when she knows there's a good occasion to
cause tension without making others suspicious, never lets it go.
Obeys her creator, Sheila.
„Ooh,
I think I had an idea" she took out a red pencil and slightly
recoloured Shaula's eyes „hmm. Glowing only when the time's
right"
It dawned
on Shaula.
„NO!
SHEILA! NO! But… you can't change me now, I'm not yours any
more! And even if I was, you couldn't change me far after I was
created!"
„Silly
little fairy, that's not what I want! Oh, I almost forgot!"
And with
this she walked to her and tore her medal off her neck.
She then
walked back and put her hand on the drawing.
„I wish
you were real…"
- Now -
Shaula
just stared at the darkness, locked inside Terrence's wardrobe. She
knew why Sheila insisted on keeping her there – for her creator's
mother used to tidy up her room quite often.
She laid
her head against the wooden wall, silently weeping. Wrists bleeding,
tied up. Just that it was worse now. Who knows what her alter-ego was
doing meanwhile?
It was
late afternoon when suddenly the door of the wardrobe opened. Sheila
and Terrence were standing there.
„What do
you want?" she asked, staring in front of herself. Nothing good,
she was sure.
„Look"
Sheila grinned and handed her some kind of newspaper. She recognized
Bloo's Foster's Gazzette.
She
quickly read a couple of lines and…
„NO!
WILT! SHEILA! HOW COULD YOU…"
„It
was not me, it was you" Sheila answered calmly „ and I
don't think you will ever see your boyfriend again…"
„WILT
IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!"
Shaula burst into tears, then whispered something she used to think
she'd never say.
„Sheila…
I hate you."
As long as she was her only target, she could understand. But Wilt and Foster's home… especially Wilt, who used to be always so gentle… oh, why…?
Hope this solution was not too crappy. More coming up! R&R, and thanks to all you who did!