Thundering Night ~:. Mirror.:^
Blood spatters my vision as I tear through the rugged terrain of the thick pine forest. Sinseta's rough and edgy voice calling after me.
"Sasha? Sasha sweetie please stop! I can explain," And her pace quickens arms outstretched fingers edging nearer to to red fabric of my hoodie. But I know better, and I don't stop, I quicken my pace until my legs burn, and even then I refuse to lower my pace. I know the horrible thing she'd done. My bare feet blister and cut on the dense forest floor, sending streaks of pain searing through my whole body. Sinseta hot on my trail , just barely behind me. Then it happens. I'm falling. Down and down, faster and faster into a blank black abyss.
I jolt upright, panting and sweating, my lungs burning for meer air, my entire body dizzy and weary as I blink away the still dense memory of the dream. I sigh with relief when my body's energy slowly returns to normal. The thick musty scent of Cloudtower greets me. I fling the covers off of me and set my feet in the floor. The dream still haunting my thoughts as I tip toe across the floor, Carful not to wake my sleeping cousins. I slink into the bathroom quickly and silently shut the door flicking on the dim, purple tinted lights. Looming door the sink and splashing ice cold water on my face. The denseness of the dream slowly adding away. Then when I stand back up straight, I try to avoid my gaze hitting the mirror. But it dosnt work. I can't avoid the face pasturing back at me. The face with changing eyes that are now green with defeat. The face with curly black hair that never is truly tamed. The face that's most noticeable, ugly feature, is the long scar that runs from the top, boven left side of my forehead and runs just past my eyebrow and ends just before the curve of my jaw. The face I've come to hate. My face. I know, I know, average 'teenage girl self esteem problem' but really. Who could love this? This face that's been so broken, so destroyed. With the other tiny nick on the curve of my lip and the way my face always looks uneven and dismantled. I'm ugly. Bottom line. No vragen asked. And when I pull my frizzy curls over my eyes as usual, it feels a little better. A little prettier. But I will always know what lies underneath, the hidden ugly that defines me so much. I turn and walk away. Feeling broken. Defeated. And totally, bitterly, alone.
"Sasha it's EXTRAMINESIS not EXTRAMENOSIS for the last time!" Izzys irritated voice pesters at me And I chat the spell again. The spell thats supposed to help me locate my spirit animal. But this time even though I say the pronunciation, every sound perfectly, nothing happens.
"Well what now?" I say feeling totally defeated.
"Well the outcome of the spell matches the outcome of well..." Dana pipes in sitting on the floor nearby her face buried in her laptop screen "Someone who does not have the genetic qualities o a shape shifting life form,"
"Um, can u translate that into English please?" I say a wave of confusion bolting through me.
"idiot," Dana murmurs "It means u aren't half shape shifter like me and Izzy" At first I don't get it. Then it hits me.
"Not half shape shifter? Well then... What am I?"
Blood spatters my vision as I tear through the rugged terrain of the thick pine forest. Sinseta's rough and edgy voice calling after me.
"Sasha? Sasha sweetie please stop! I can explain," And her pace quickens arms outstretched fingers edging nearer to to red fabric of my hoodie. But I know better, and I don't stop, I quicken my pace until my legs burn, and even then I refuse to lower my pace. I know the horrible thing she'd done. My bare feet blister and cut on the dense forest floor, sending streaks of pain searing through my whole body. Sinseta hot on my trail , just barely behind me. Then it happens. I'm falling. Down and down, faster and faster into a blank black abyss.
I jolt upright, panting and sweating, my lungs burning for meer air, my entire body dizzy and weary as I blink away the still dense memory of the dream. I sigh with relief when my body's energy slowly returns to normal. The thick musty scent of Cloudtower greets me. I fling the covers off of me and set my feet in the floor. The dream still haunting my thoughts as I tip toe across the floor, Carful not to wake my sleeping cousins. I slink into the bathroom quickly and silently shut the door flicking on the dim, purple tinted lights. Looming door the sink and splashing ice cold water on my face. The denseness of the dream slowly adding away. Then when I stand back up straight, I try to avoid my gaze hitting the mirror. But it dosnt work. I can't avoid the face pasturing back at me. The face with changing eyes that are now green with defeat. The face with curly black hair that never is truly tamed. The face that's most noticeable, ugly feature, is the long scar that runs from the top, boven left side of my forehead and runs just past my eyebrow and ends just before the curve of my jaw. The face I've come to hate. My face. I know, I know, average 'teenage girl self esteem problem' but really. Who could love this? This face that's been so broken, so destroyed. With the other tiny nick on the curve of my lip and the way my face always looks uneven and dismantled. I'm ugly. Bottom line. No vragen asked. And when I pull my frizzy curls over my eyes as usual, it feels a little better. A little prettier. But I will always know what lies underneath, the hidden ugly that defines me so much. I turn and walk away. Feeling broken. Defeated. And totally, bitterly, alone.
"Sasha it's EXTRAMINESIS not EXTRAMENOSIS for the last time!" Izzys irritated voice pesters at me And I chat the spell again. The spell thats supposed to help me locate my spirit animal. But this time even though I say the pronunciation, every sound perfectly, nothing happens.
"Well what now?" I say feeling totally defeated.
"Well the outcome of the spell matches the outcome of well..." Dana pipes in sitting on the floor nearby her face buried in her laptop screen "Someone who does not have the genetic qualities o a shape shifting life form,"
"Um, can u translate that into English please?" I say a wave of confusion bolting through me.
"idiot," Dana murmurs "It means u aren't half shape shifter like me and Izzy" At first I don't get it. Then it hits me.
"Not half shape shifter? Well then... What am I?"
Amber watched but her view was blocked door Knut a ogre who helps the Trix, Darcy pops up from behind her and says "Surprise." Amber goes tumbling over the garbage can she shakes her head. Icy walked up Amber had never seen anyone so tall, Stormy created a twister that sended her flying Amber grabbed a hold of the ledge. Icy laughed and zei " I don't want to leave u hanging so come on down." Amber falls on the ground and got frozen door Icy. Darcy walks up to her and says "So your a fairy, well we're the Trix." The Winx arrive and Stella says " hallo leave her alone."
I will write meer soon
I will write meer soon