15 July 2012
12/04/12 I found out today. I'm not like the others. I'm different. Unique. Or, as the whole of my school puts it, a freak. Unnatural. Strange. Wrong. I only told Eliza and Alice, but then things got out of hand. A rumour spreading like wildfire, until even the teachers knew. Everyone knows. I'm utterly dreading tomorrow, when I'll have to face the jeering crowds tomorrow. They don't understand. I don't think I'll ever confide in anyone ever again. I gave them my trust, and they threw it on the floor and crushed it. Along with my soul.
15/04/12 It's happening. The change. I feel awful, like I'm about to pass out and my head is screaming. It's difficult to breathe, my lungs are shrinking, contracting. My skin is turning translucent, the veins visible underneath, and my hair is darkening, turning a deep shade of violet. Mum wants to phone an ambulance, but I won't let her. They wouldn't understand. As far as I know, A & E doesn't have a 'faerie' department.
16/04/12 The majority of it's over, but my wings have yet to come. I've locked myself in my room, and mum has gone out to the pharmacy to try and find a 'cure.' I know the world is full of people like me, but I don't think that they are going to stock 'Anti-faerie development tablets' But, what keeps her happy, keeps me happy, so I stood back and let her go off on a wild goose chase. The mirror in the corner keeps beckoning me, telling me to view my reflection, see the new me. To be honest, I don't want to. I don't want this new me. I want back my old, uncomplicated life, where people don't stare at you in disgust as you open the door. I want to be normal.
19/04/12 Mum's making me go to school tomorrow. The sickness has worn off, but my wings still haven't come. Two days being ill, but to no avail. Just to lumps between my shoulder blades, that mean I can't wear my favourite top anymore. I've been on the phone to grandma a lot lately. She's got it too. Apparently, it's a genetic mutation that appears in humans sometimes, at around 15 years of age. It's hereditary, but often skips generations, and mainly effects females. It doesn't make us faeries, it just attaches us to their species more. We live longer, fly, look different, can hold our breath longer. In some ways, it's nice to know I'm different. Now, I can join the group of 'others' in our town. I see them walking around some days, the centaur, the tree sprite, the witch and the faerie. Soon, I could belong to their group. Soon, I could have friends.
20/04/12 I've been researching them a lot. The 'others'. some are born with it, some are a different species entirely, others change later in life. Like me. There are approximately 1.5 billion 'others' in the world and only 10% of that are faeries like me. The rules are different for us, we need more paperwork for passports and licenses, it's more difficult to get a job, and some hospitals won't accept us. Basically, people see us as lower class citizens. We are different, therefore we are wrong. Still no wings. :(
21/04/12 School was awful. I spent lunch and break in an empty corridor by myself. Lessons were even worse. Actually, I don't really want to write it down...
23/04/12 I talked to the others today. The tree sprite was really nice. A little bit of a hippie, but nice. Her name is Heather and she's in the same situation as me. No dad, over-protective mum, weird other grandparents. She invited me over for a sleepover on saturday. A sleepover! I'm so excited! But there's something... Since lunch, my back has been hurting really badly. REALLY badly. I'm scared that it's my wings. I'm not ready yet. I mean, what am I going to do, with
23/04/12 I got my wings. That's why I never finished the last entry. I was in too much pain. Grandma told me it would be fine. That it wouldn't hurt. She lied. Mum completely freaked out, called 999. When she said what was happening they hung up. This inequality really disgusts me.
24/04/12 Mum's keeping me inside. Said I'm not to leave the house until she finds out how to hide my wings. Personally, I think they are beautiful. Pale blue streaked with purple and almost transparent, that shimmer in the light. Sprouting from between my shoulder blades, up to my head and down to my knees. They match my pale, almost see through, skin and my deep violet eyes. My hair is a plum colour and has grown to my hips, and my teeth are pointed and pure white. I'm slimmer and generally more delicate looking. In a way, this whole faerie thing could work out for the best.
07/05/12 Two weeks. Two weeks locked in my own house, subjected to random tablets and creams, all claiming to 'cure' faeries. I don't want to be cured. I want to be free. I'm planning to escape tonight. My mum is going out with her friends, but she always leaves the bathroom window open. Hopefully, these wings will decide to work, and I'll fly away. Fly away to a better future.
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