Falling Down To Earth

Chapter 5 ~ Limits

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                                                               Chapter Five

                                                                  LIMITS

  "What's up with you?" Tucker asks, pulling my focus back to earth by poking me in the shoulder.

Where I really do want to belong, though there's more to it than meets the eye - or even more than meets my knowledge. When all my thoughts rush back - me meeting Raven tonight to figure out a topic for our project, trying to decode the strange message about these new kids, trying to figure out why nobody but me seemed uneased by them.

Finally, I bring my focus onto my untouched apple.

 "I know. She's been so out of it lately," Charm licks a honey yogurt-covered spoon, then dips the utensil back into the cup for more.

 "Sorry, I, um - I haven't gotten much sleep lately." Which isn't a complete lie, since I've had an okay amount of sleep. Nightmare-tortured ones that causes me to wake up panting in the middle of the night before being sucked back under... But still, I've gotten some sleep.

 Yet I'm still convinced it has something to do with Damien or Raven. It's a pretty idiotic thing to consider, but I just can't put the weight on myself. I mean, how is everything always my fault?

I think somebody else could take the blame for once.

 "Okay, well, do us all a favor and get some sleep tonight. Seriously, Drea, it's like your not even there anymore." He shakes his head is disapproval.

 That makes me want to tell them everything. Just let it all spill out. Get it off of my shoulders - or in my case; wings. Tell them why everything is so... unearthly about me, tell them that this isn't the real me. That I've been hiding all along. So them, and many others including Relm and Honor, might actually have some respect for me. Instead of treating me like I'm nothing special. Like I'm just a nobody and unlike the somebody they can't even start to imagine. 

But, like usual, I can't.

  And that's all it takes - the slightest ounce of comprehending that I can't and never will be able to show my true colors. Not only can I never do anything of the sorts, but I also can't take it any longer.

I'm sick of it.

I get up, storm away and ditch school.

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I can't go home.

Even though my mom probably won't be there I just can't. And though a ghost would be nice to talk to right now, I'm definitely not in the mood.

Instead I go to Pine Peak and swiftly run on the trail, mesmerized by the greenery of the trees and the impenatrating beauty that fogs from the wildlife as it all zooms past me in a blur.

 Forgetting to limit myself.

 Forgetting to limit my powers.

But whatever. It's not like anyone hikes on this trail often. And if they were to see me, I wouldn't care. The only thing I'm focused on is the power vibrating from within me. Feeling like if I could just show everyone they might think I was something special. Like they would actually get me.

Actually see me.

And once I get to the top of a high hill, I sit down and wrap my arms around my legs in a warmthless embrace. I try to ignore the fact that, quite frankly, I could, if I was human, commit my own death just by jumping off the cliff I'm on top of. But realize, after a minute of contemplating the impact, that I don't necessarily want to do that.

It's minutes before a sparkling tear rolls down my cheek in utter despair.

 I mean, literally sparkling. Not just twinkling in its' own sad sparkles, but also capturing that faint glow of light inside me. That I've tried so hard to find, but have gotten stuck in the maze of myself many times before reaching it. 

  I don't start balling my eyes out, or even make a sound. All that happens is a silent tear falling - A tear brought up by confusion, desire and despair. But mostly; loneliness. As I realize there's nobody who is like me. Or that can help me. The only thing closest to it is Blaire. Pathetically, she's not even real. I mean, I can't even touch her. And all she can give is advice and someone to talk to. Which is great and helpful and all, but still, she's nothing like me, no matter how much she knows.

  As the line of a tear streaks my cheek, I close my eyes and will myself not to get caught up in it all. Not to loose control of myself, not to fall into the human part of me which feeds my emotion. To stay strong.

 "You aren't alone, you know." A boy's voice startles me, making me jump at the sound of it.

 Then all of my sadness drowns and is replaced with anger when I realize who it came from. None other than;

   Damien.

 The minute I see him leaning against a tree in his black, shiny, leather boots, I'm tempted to run the other way. Because, if it's the last person I want to see or even talk to, it's him. And just as I'm about to storm off once again and just walk away from the situation, I stop. Because what he just said hits me like a bullet, like a lightning bolt, like a... Wait, what the heck?

Did he just say your not alone?

I stand up, turn to him, and blurt, "Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said you aren't the only one of your kind," he stands up and turns his body towards me. Which is when I realize how tall he is.

But I don't even have time to guess his possible height before I say, "What do you mean my kind?"

"You really thought you were the only earth angel?" He says.