Tuesday, 23 November 2010
09:06:33 PM (GMT)
Sarah was many things. An athlete, a music lover, and a top student.
She was also one of the most horrible fourteen year olds anyone could possibly meet.
Because she was so aware of her skills, she was a stuck up, overconfident, and an
all-around - dare I say it - bitch to everyone. Always acting like she was
elite, always arguing with people.
To be honest, there were other factors in why she was so mean. Having moved from
London to Glasgow a couple of years ago had triggered some bitterness, as well as the
fact that the things that made her stand out were generally not accepted by her peers
when she first arrived. The fact that she wasn't pretty, that her hair was dyed a
royal blue, her strange taste in music, her odder clothes, and worst yet, the fact
that word got out about her single mother's job. Due to their bad economic situation,
her mother was...a lady of the night, we should just say. Among the tormentors was
Roxie, who always seemed to find a new thing about Sarah each day to make her life
just that much more miserable.
So what did she do?
One night, after a long crying spell, she made up her mind to repay each person -
treat them the way they treated her, do the best she could to prove them she was
worth so much more, and stand up for herself. And so she became this new Sarah,
gaining a new reputation - fear, but not respect. Although it was not what she
wanted, it was the closest alternative, so Sarah settled for it, and grew crueler
still, rather enjoying the power. Her life soon became as 'perfect' as it could be,
minus the certain brushes with Roxie.
However, one day, her 'perfect' world shattered like glass - excuse the cruel pun on
how the destruction had come about. It had literally come out of nowhere - she had
gone for a walk in the park, and had seen the kids part in fear as usual. She
smirked, walking through, looking around and wrinkling her nose at the flats - acting
as if she and her mother didn't live someplace worse.
What she did not expect was the most intense pain she had felt in her fourteen years
swiftly engulfing her through her head. Sarah fell to the ground, immediately knocked
out, her bleeding head hitting the sidewalk. Emily, a girl who hated Sarah, but never
wanted her hurt or dead, let out a scream of horror - where on earth did that empty
wine bottle come from?
Weeks later, Sarah awoke in a white room, her mother holding her hand. Overflowing
with tears, the scantily-clad woman leaned over and kissed Sarah's face several
times, thanking God that she was alright.
"Mum, what - where am I?"
Hesitantly, her mother explained. Sarah's face grew horrified when she learned how
long she had been in a coma, and that the doctors said the brain damage had caused
her to be permanently paralyzed from the waist down. Sarah held back her tears,
telling her mother that she was glad to be alive - lying through her teeth.
When the visiting hours ended, Sarah lay back and wept. It was all over - her sports
life, her toughness, her respect - she was to be crippled forever. Now she'd never
get the jobs she dreamed of, probably never get married and start a family, and live
in misery forever.
Misery does indeed attract the Darkness, reader.
Sarah awoke in an area of the city she had never been before - a hooded figure
standing over her. Stifling a scream, she allowed the figure to help her up. This
brought her to the realization that her skin complexion was now devoid of freckles,
and her hair was now a brilliant blue, falling past her waist. Wait - she stood! She
could move her legs! What the hell was going on?
Questions were answered later when she was led to a strange place, and told her name
(Fortunately for the both of them, neither Xeirox nor Xahras recognized one another
upon meeting, Reader, in case you were wondering.)
Last edited: 23 November 2010