33 (Side chapter) Chaotic girl pt.1
Back on earth... (around the time Emyrs had just awoken)
There was a girl who cried in her arms. Drenched charcoal hair woven like fabric and a pair of prickly eyes that shook like a leaf, she gazed into the soul of her classmates. One held a duster and the other has a cutter blade. They cornered her into a corner, left nor right held the miracle for her escape.
She forced her way to escape but she was too frail to stand a chance. With her spine to the wall, her muffled ear became clear once again; laughter sprang out from every corner, even behind her. She wanted to crouch and hide so badly yet she is vulnerable. Dust sprinkled on her cheeks, her vision turned cloudy and she begins to break down.
A hand struck down and locked on to her. Bounded chains begin to dragged her to a place where she least wanted to be. Locked tight, her classmate stoned her with utensils and begins to chant.
"Kill the witch"
"Kill the witch"
"Kill the witch"
"Kill the witch"
"Kill the witch"
Wrath, pride and envy, 3 of the 7 deadly sins, she has is all. She detests the way she was being treated; she wanted a place in this class just like everyone and she was jealous that everyone else hasn't gone through the suffering she has.
"Let us weakens the witches power, cut her hair!"
"Cut her hair!"
"Cut her hair!"
"Cut her hair!"
"No, please don't..."
A classmate who held the cutter blade slowly advanced. The classmate placed on her gloves, her hand crept forward. Her precious crowning glory that took her many years to maintain is about to be lost just like that.
"No!"
Her eyes turned glassy, it was unbearable to watch, yet the hand still inched forward without hesitation. She was powerless to stop the event...
The hand grabbed a large bundle of her hair and sliced down cleanly. The kingdom fell into ruins, her heart shattered, frozen in time.
"Please... stop... let it end..."
The heartless cold hand wanted more. It struck in once again, but before anymore tragic could happen. The door slams open and a woman walked in, her weather beaten furrowed face turned dark. "Class is starting!" Her voice as loud as the heavens, resonated the entire school. The students hastily scrambled back to their seats, leaving the downcast child at the front.
The woman looked at the child her eyes become emotional, she too was powerless in a society where parents support their spoiled child's baseless view (note: it is exaggerated, I hope, but not far from the truth.). She missed the times where teachers ruled over students, not the other way around. Now all she could do was sigh.
Risking her position, she contacted her parents and sent the child home. The class got rowdy and demanded an excuse. She was enraged yet she wasn't able to retaliate. After giving a promise for free time, the students finally settled down and she was able to start class.
Cecilia was the name of the child, blinded by hatred. Her parents were worried but they were hesitant. In the end, her parents missed the train, watching silently as their child detached further and further away from them.
As the barrier grew stronger she lost hope. She believes everyone hates her, but not all does. Blinded and sorrow, her mind was filled with frustration and then tears. The cycle repeats.
On a certain evening, she was walking towards a nearby park across the street. A park voided of all life form. Her mind begins to wander as she headed to her destination. Imagining possibilities and surrealism. Fluorescent blinding light accompanied by a loud war horn brought back her spirit. A sudden rush of adrenaline took her by surprise but it was all too late...
To be continued...
