As I woke up the next morning, a painful flood of memories smacked me in the face. They screamed out at me and tortured me until I couldn't take it anymore. I ran out of the house and onto a nearby hill-desparate to find a place to relax. I held back my screams and began to grow plants around myself. I beckoned them to surround me, forming a circle of protection.
I grew lilies, daises, sunflowers, trees, roses, tulips-any kind of plant imaginable. I released all of my anger into my work-forming a beautiful garden that flowed gracefully with color. I sighed and walked back to the safe house, feeling better then before. I sat at the table and held my head in my hands. A single tear fell onto my mahogany table, forming a puddle in its place.
As the human representative of Virgo, I was constantly drowning in my emotions. The reason why, you ask? Me-unlike the other signs-bottle up everything, I build walls because I'm afraid of being rejected. I push people away and act cold because if they knew the real me, they'd think I was weak.
When no one is around to hear my screams, I cry myself to sleep. My emotions can be dangerous, I even can not control them myself. My heart aches with the knowledge of friendship and its abilities, yet it's the one thing that screams at me when I speak. My dreams are visions of what will soon become, and my nightmares are what I fear will happen.
I may be the sign that knows all, but I fear that my knowledge will fail me one day. I have my fears, and I have my knowledge. But what I don't have is love and friendship. I'm the quiet girl in class, the lonely person in the corner, the nerd, the geek, the shadow. The loner who runs from a life that was never hers.
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In the Eye of the Virgo
General FictionMy name is Mayla Rose and I am a Virgo. The Zodiac Signs are a group of people who are power hungry and will kill anything and anyone who will get into their way. My job is to reinforce the balance between the twelve signs and save the world from th...
