Author's Note: The title is a work in progress, and it has changed. Sorry if this confuses you.
"Get away from me!" I screamed at the creatures' faces. They backed away a bit, both looking angry and scared. A picture flashed into my brain of a terrified fairy, but I shook it away. I didn't want anything to do with these things.
There was pounding up the steps, "Honey! Are you are right?" my mom cried. She held my shoulders tightly like she was losing me. I choked out, "I hate them! It's like they're real! I keep seeing them and it has been a month." I turned around and they either left or I just wasn't seeing them. Saying that was hard because as I said those words my mom's face became pained.
I hadn't told my mom or dad anything, and all my thoughts and feelings were locked inside me. I was afraid to tell my parents. They got really stressed when I mentioned them after the crash. All I knew is that I was seeing my make-believe friends again. Even though that was my mom's theory I believe that we all know that what was happening wasn't normal. Then all my feeling came out as tears from my eyes, I sobbed until I fell asleep.
"Hey Sarah, I'm home." I saw my dad's brown eyes, and short brown hair, the same color as mine. My mom had probably told him about my breakdown because he looked older and tired. My dad always made me feel better, but this time it was all an act. In the back of my mind I knew this wouldn't go away. I pasted a fake smile on my face and laughed at the movie that was playing right along with them. You could tell that they did the same thing. Afraid if they did the wrong thing, it would set me off. Dinner was the same only they didn't asked about my day. I barely listened to what they were saying anyway.
After I got my cast off of my leg life got a little better. My leg smelled disgusting from not being able to wash all the sweat from it. I was a blank page. Doctors thought it was mental trauma from my crash. They said it was a life changing experience that changed me. I thought I was the strange one, not the gifted one everyone wants to be like in the books.
School was my new favorite place. Except for the comments I got there. The thing I loved though is that I didn't see anything out of a fairy tale all the time I was there. I didn't hate going on the bus anymore either, I enjoyed not seeing things moving outside my window.
Word had gotten out that I was seeing creatures or acting like I was.
"Hey freak, I guess you liked the attention from your accident. It's a little sad you act like your seeing things to get even more," a girl who was in my English class said with a sneer. Other kids annoyed me with their talk like, "Sarah my mom is a mental health doctor . . ." Why would I be faking it?
I left my two places where my eyes could see nothing different. I saw a strange new green car in front of the house. I slowly opened the door and walked in a few steps. Sitting on the sofa sipping coffee was my most dreaded psychiatrist. He took out the ink blobs, and journal. My parents were there and insisted on being with me. I was stuck. Act normal and say it's a donut, or a pencil? Or play along and say fairy wings? Finally my home session was over and I ran upstairs to my room.
These things were even in my dreams! They were pleasant and happy, but I wanted them out of my life. They weren't exactly dreams just a fast slide show of pictures. After each picture disappeared I forgot it. Only a few of them stayed plastered in my mind. My mom when she was young, but her expression old. The talking reptile and the beautiful little girl sitting on my bed looked real. I snapped my eyes open expecting to see them sitting there at my feet. Thankfully it was just a random dream.
I hated those fairies and goblins with a passion for doing this to me. It's their entire fault for barging in to my life. I am going to stop this now. I hated holding everything inside me, having dreams, and seeing them every day. I still couldn't believe they were real, but it was hard saying that I have been this crazy for this long. Getting away from this place is what I needed. I pounded down the stairs and slammed the front door behind me. I walked away from the forest behind my house and decided the hill was better. My anger slowly dispersed out of me and I stopped slamming my feet in to the ground with every step. I walked around for most of the day. I felt better the farther I was away from my house.
During my walk I came up with a plan. I would make them leave me alone. First though I needed to walk back up my immense hill. The plan might be a tiny bit useless because I did make it up when I was angry. I guess I was too mad to think it through all of the way.
When I was spying from my window in the morning I saw the fairy that looked like the beautiful little girl. I ran out of the house then followed close behind her in to the forest. It was hard not to make a sound. The coldness of the morning bit at my skin.
At last I stopped in a clearing and I sat down, my back to a tree. I sneaked a peek and saw a whole population of fairies, goblins, sprites, what looked like small centaurs, and other things I hadn't seen before. I snapped my head my and tired to slow my breathing.
"If she doesn't want to live among us then let it be!" the leader it sounded like said.
The pretty little girl argued back, "She's seen us and has told her parents! Soon the human race will be looking to destroy us!" Her voice was determined.
"Come here then, you too Raffa." I couldn't hear the voices anymore and turned to see all the small figures disappear into the forest.
I needed to get back home before my parents woke up. Strangely this place looked familiar. I had never been here except when I was little. I knew my way back to the house with out a problem. I picked the moss and leaves off my pajamas, and out of my hair.
I laid on my bed, my eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling, wishing they had the answers to my problems. My mind was puzzled by the conversation I had just witnessed and had no idea what was coming at me. I wasn't thinking what normal teenage girls would. I didn't think about the upcoming dance or what I should wear tomorrow. I just lay there zoning the world out.
I was like that for a long time until my parents came to check on me. I pasted my smile back on my face, and played along like it was written on an invisible script.
What are the fairies planning? Will she hate them forever? How will I write the next chapter before Saturday?
-Gasohp
