Misfits | Neteyam

⌈The Rock⌋

A MONTH AGO

The sound of music blares throughout the mountains, red flames glowing amongst the roaring crowd. The floor trembled, the enormous bass bouncing off each perimeter of the cave. Bodies swaying to the beat, girls laughing, but the liquid in their cups trickling to the ground as they danced. I always enjoyed observing them, the navi people. Well my people, although they don't consider me to be "true navi".

With my pale skin and white hair, I don't fit in with them. They tolerate the humans and even let them live amongst them but I am scolded for my existence. I've tried to earn my place in society but I'm always taunted. So I just observe, I wonder how my life would be if I was just born normal.

Pondering in my thoughts, I notice someone outside of the cave sitting and throwing rocks. His face reading of sadness. I want to go over to see what's wrong but I feel as if my existence would only displease him more so I just lurk in the shadows observing him.

"I know you're watching me you know."

He has a very soft voice. Wait. There's no way he's talking about me right? I mean can he really see me? I'm hiding in the dark behind a rock. He can't see me. He must be talking about someone else.

"Do you not speak?"

He speaks again and looks in my direction. I don't think I've ever ducked behind a rock this fast before. I hide myself completely from his view.

"I know you're behind the rock too. I noticed you earlier your freckles glow bright in the dark it's hard not to miss."

I don't respond. People tend to ignore me over all. They choose to block me from their vision and refuse to talk to me. But not him.

"I saw you watching them inside the cave. It's not as fun as you think it is." The youthful boy said beneath the dim lighting.

"It's a lot more fun than being out here and watching everything happen while not being apart of it." I'm surprise I reply at all, but this is my first time and probably only time to actually talk to someone.

"Wow she speaks." He sarcastically says. What if I didn't speak at all what would he say then. Would he keep talking? Try to approach me? Make fun of me? Sounds like he already is.

"Of course I speak. Why are you all alone out here? you're missing the celebration."

"I'm not alone. I'm out here with you aren't I?"

I know I'm person deprived and I never speak to people but this feels a lot more different from being nervous. My face is hot and I have this weird feeling forming in my stomach. I think I might've been stung by something while being behind this rock.

"I don't count." My face is starting to burn more specifically my cheeks. I really hope I have a remedy for this illness in my tree.

"Of course you do. We're both out here." I hear him as he skips another rock off the mountain. I've seen him skip dozens of rocks while observing him. It bounces no more than 10 times before it falls off.

"You know what I mean."

"No I don't." He let's out a deep breath and pauses for a moment that seems like an eternity.

"It's really hard to talk to you when you're behind a rock and I'm all the way over here. Why don't you come over."

"I can't people will see me." He's near the entrance of the cave. If people saw us talking my cover would be blown and then I will go through the torturous cycle of being made fun of.

"Then may I join you behind your rock?"

"It's not my rock. All nature that surrounds us including this rock and the ones you were throwing belong to Eywa." I stay staring at the ground with my arms wrapped around my knees.