| Precious Illusions |
[21 Dec 2005|11:12pm] |
She chewed her lip gently. Butterflies in her stomach made it hard to focus, that was why she found her right hand nervously picking at the seam of her t-shirt. Today would be the day. She had decided this yesterday; it was to be now or never. Never didn’t sound so good so now it would have to be today. A small tentative step closer was made.
How did her hair get so golden and shiny? It would smell like summer, she just knew it would. Like that time she had caught the butterfly by the gate… It had gotten her in trouble then. Not now, this was a year later. She was big girl now, and she could prove it. She didn’t cry. Nope not now. That was for babies, Daddy had said so. Mother had agreed before pushing her out the door.
The small flower was crumpled slightly, but she had picked it by herself. All by herself, right next to the thorns. Brave, that’s what she was. Slowly she gave it over to the girl, Abigail. “I picked it for you…” Abigail frowned, a disgusted look on her face, “Girls don’t pick flowers for girls, boys do that.” A swallow was taken by the dark haired girl, her gaze now on her feet. “B-but I thought you’d like it... It has pink, see? Right there at that bit.” A shaky finger pointed to a faint pink that was on the flowers petals.
Abigail folded her arms, lower lip pouting slightly “You aren’t a boy, I can’t take it. Mommy says only boys give flowers.” The blonde girl took a step backwards, looking unimpressed. “But it’s pretty… Like you…” The dark haired girl lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes as she clutched the little flower to her chest. “So? You aren’t a boy, and girls don’t give girls flowers, take it away before someone tells on us!”
The dark haired girl bowed her head, the flower falling from her finger tips onto the ground. Followed silently by a single tear drop. “I don’t like you anymore…” It was whispered before she ran away. Abigail was left to stand confused, her six year old self puzzled by everything that had happened as her friend ran from her.
Purity sat up in her bed, sweat glistening her body as ragged breaths came from her chest. Hand was rubbed over her face to bring her back into reality and not child hood memories. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as though it were trying to escape. Pupils were wide as eyes searched her room frantically. She was home, she was safe, she was grown up. “Fuck me…” Voice was gruff as she stood up, getting herself a glass of water before attempting sleep once more.
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