Gifted

Blowing into the wind

Leaf.

Leaf was in his room, staring at the wall. He couldn't sleep, which wasn't necessarily anything new to him, so he just stared at the wall. It was about the same every day, just staring at the wall, until he fell asleep. He finally decided to get up and go to the kitchen.

The white countertop, was smooth and cold, as usual. The blackout curtains were closed, so the sun was a little less draining, maybe running out into it would get him tired. No, it'd probably just hurt his eyes for tomorrow night, it would do more harm than good.

Leaf reached into the cabinets, searching through things til' he found the medication. He opened the child proof bottle, and poured two of the pills out. He then took a glass from the cabinet and filled it up with water. He put the pills in his mouth, and took a gulp of water, to swallow them. Leaf drank the water till’' it was gone, and set the empty see-through glass in the sink.

He walked back into his room, not looking at his roommates room. He sighed, and closed the door to his room, before laying back down in his bed. He stared at the wall again, the black walls were nice to look at.

His room had black walls, with torn up cotton balls glued to the wall, in cloud shapes, and yellow dots all over them, mimicking stars. There was a silver moon that was painted in the wall too, and the decorations added the night sky theme.

The colors, and decorations comforted Leaf from his so called misery. He never told his friends, like he had very many, but he had been depressed for a while, between his sucky parents, and the bullying, it seemed like the only outcome for him. Even though he had transferred schools when he was marked, he was still bullied, no matter what he did he was bullied. He did have an affinity for wind, but he didn't really say anything about it, he was afraid that even if he did, they wouldn't believe him. Would the bullying get worse? Would he be bullied forever?

The questions swirled in his head, one after another. After thinking about the billions of questions he had, he eventually started crying. He felt like no matter what he did, no matter how kind he was, no matter what abilities he had, there would always be kids who bullied him, especially Gwen Opal. She was a nightmare in a beautiful body.

Gwen has blonde hair, blue eyes, and was extremely attractive. She was a basic white girl, who had what people called the unlimited cash card. She had extremely rich parents, which is why she had the card in the first place. She also was extremely rude to everyone, so she was the most basic mean girl everyones ever heard of. She was just like how most mean girls are in movies.

Leaf had just been one of the main victims of her bullying, which sadly was no light bullying especially for Gwen’s “favorites”. Leaf couldn't count how many times he's been locked in a room, or embarrassed in front of a crowd of people. Heck, he couldn't count the billions of times his food tray had been dumped on him, so he had to go hungry, and get a change of clothes. It sucked, especially when you were used to the vicious bullying.

Leaf wished he knew why it was always him. Was it because he was a nerd? Was it because he was weird? What was it? Those were questions he never stopped asking. Yeah, he was really into learning, and reading, but he'd seen other kids like that, and they didn't get the bullying. Was it because he was weird? No, he had seen other kids that were even weirder, and a hair on their head never got touched. Was it because he was alone? He didn't really want to think of that being the reason, but it most likely was.

He was alone, and that meant he had no one to defend him, except himself. He had to defend himself, yet he was weak and pathetic, and never did even try to defend himself. He let them do whatever they wanted to him, and just cried while they did so. He let them hurt him time after time, again and again, over and over.

Leaf felt hot, wet, tears start to go down his face. Why was he so useless? Why didn't he fight back? Why didn't he try? Why did he let them? Those questions swirled in his head, making him cry more. He sniffled, as tears ran down his face, he couldn't help the heart hurt from thinking about it. He always thought about things too much, and that seems to always just hurt him more.

He grabbed his soft, white blanket, and layed it over him, as he continued to cry. He wrapped his blanket around himself, and slowly tried to calm down, which wasn't working at first. After a couple minutes, he calmed down, though he now had a tear stained face, and purple under his eyes.

He wiped the remaining tears off his face, before letting himself relax. He cleared the question, thoughts, and memories from his head, and stared at the wall. He was starting to feel sleepier, and sleepier, as he stared at it. The pills were probably kicking in, and he would probably pass out any moment from now.

He stared at the wall, as he slowly drifted into sleep. One of his white wings laid under him, and the other hung off the bed. His white hair was messy, since he had rolled in the bed a couple of times, and there was deep purple under his eyes. Leaf finally drifted into sleep, his eyes closed, and he looked peaceful.