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A Bird of a Girl

The clocktower stood before us. Tall, grey, and uninviting. My inner child bubbled to the surface as I broke into a sprint. 

"Race ya!" Cares whipped past my face in the wind, my mind gone in clouds. My long legs carried me across the pavement until cool grass tickled my feet. I abruptly stopped and giggles filled the air as I wiggled my toes, enjoying the dewy feel of the green blades barely noticing Grim sneak up behind me. His skeleton arms wrapped around my waist, a small squeak of surprise left my mouth as he began to lift my body above the ground.

"Don't mouse-ify me!" Grim paused. I could feel his eyes bore into me with an inquisitive look. "What?"

"'Mouse-ify'?" I squirmed in his arms which only caused him to tighten his grip on me. 

"Lemme down!" More wriggling pursued until I broke Grim's resolve. His grip loosened but my resisting caused me to fall out of his arms... onto my butt. The damp grass no longer seemed as pleasant. "My butt's damp... eugh."

"Race you." Irony smacked against my face like a tonne of solid gold bricks. 

Hopping up off of my pitiful ass, I ran to catch up with the reaper. No way in hell was I going to lose, even in such a trivial affair. My hair streamed out in my wake as it unravelled itself from the crude plait I had tied it into. Each strand that fell out felt like my body was trying to be as free as my mind was. 

Clouds broke into wisps as I ran faster, millions of daydreams scattering down to earth. Stars shone in my eyes and my feet moved without any restrictions. Sun bathed my exposed skin with a serene blanket of warmth. I laughed and let myself relax. Smiling so hard it hurt my face, I caught up with my companion. Our laughs mingled together and floated away, disappearing in the bright blue sky. My scars sizzled as I felt myself begin to glow from happiness. A certain happiness I only felt when I felt free. 

I stood tall in the clouds. Where no one could hurt me. Where no one could hate me. Where no one would chain me down. A bird flying free in her own little world. Birds spread their wings and I spread mine. Grim gave me this freedom, this protection, just like my parents. 

"Where's the paint?" I yelled over to Grim, still running towards the tower. 

"Upstairs!" Groaning wasn't as effective as I'd hoped, my breathing was erratic by now and puffed out invisible miniature clouds. I used to be shy of the reapers but after meeting Grim, I couldn't give any reason to fear the eccentric creatures that I bore such a resemblance to. 

If I wish upon a star, maybe one day...

...maybe one day I'd meet some like me. 

Someone different, determined...

...and misunderstood...

Maybe one day, if I wish upon a star.