Albino Child

One

Silently greeting the humble early mornings, she departed the drowsy and warm abode and left for to a habitual house full of grey grumbling and bright white. Trespassing into areas of discomfort, she broke the barrier and strode timidly into enemy territory; she was prepared for everything yet felt wary of everything at the same time, pasting the casual front most saw her with, she never left the masks that covered the basis of her lies. When she was alone and completing average acts, such as the movement from place to place, was when I breathed with open lungs and without the restraints, it was when her hair fell over the real self as a barrier. No-one saw the effort i had to put in to keep it all up, it was not a half-hearted job of being blank and cold but a full-time mask of deceit and lies- a full happy smile and empathetic glances of understanding was my outward facet. The secondary wall was that of understanding and was one that delved deeper into the meaning of life. Beyond that was nothing.

Why did people pursue her, why were people more interested in her and why was she more liked than me? I asked myself these questions over and over why she was the one chosen out of us. We were no better than each other- even scores, even methods and even choices were exactly the same yet she was prefered; of course, once she began to appreciate all the attention we slowly severed the connection, we were driven apart and while she became softer and more open, I became bitter and reclusive- often choosing to hole up inside my room as she went out to 'hang out' with friends. I had none that I considered worth my time nor anyone that I felt was pursuing. Sure, I talked and conversed with others but all of them seemed boring and close minded, I was craving stimulation but not from pretentious people who cared little for those outside their supposed elite league. They drove me insane how they executed what they thought was absolute perfection which was, in truth, pathetic plethora of unwanted and unneeded babble. I cared little for the long lists of people who earned the most money or what animal has the best statistics, what bothered me the most was their constant attention over my incompetence- it was like they were fixated in making me feel bad over my 'lack of knowledge'. Wanting to prove them wrong, I called upon the pretentious society demanding debate and accidently pulverised the poor boy; his evidence and argument were not logically thought out and he was annihilated by me. It was satisfactory. This feeling of power was a rush to my otherwise senseless body.

My lips still curled in a cold, aloof smile as I left the speechless room; people stared at the boy who lost and eyes widened as he ran out of the room towards that bathroom - covering his eyes with his sleeves, he could see the heated embarrassment and humiliation emanate off his body as tears streamed out of his eyes - I smirked at his failure and continued walking aimlessly. Realising that my bag was still in the room I was previously in, I rolled my eyes and scowled temporarily as my face returned to the typical blank it usually rested in. Opening the door to the classroom, I noticed my bag had been gone through. The bag was opened and people had taken out the contents and placed them on surrounding desks; as the friends of the boy inspected the items, I glared and flared up in anger - while I was not well known for being a short fuse, my mood did fluctuate severely and outward stimuli did affect my mood greatly and this situation was calling upon me to hit high. Digging crescent-shaped cuts into the flesh of my palms, I stared hard at their ignorance to my entrance. They were not aware of my presence and I was growing more and more irritated as time passed; silently making my way towards them, I glowered as I saw them rifle through the contents.

Discarded upon the nearby tables lay the usual items: a pencil case and school books, but what they were staring at was a locked box that they were trying to open; snatching the container out of their clammy hands, I picked up the empty vessel of my bag and rammed the contents in hastily. They looked at each other blankly and mildly ashamed, clearly not expecting my return until much later; still filled with unwanted distress and humiliation that they had gone through my private belongings, I kicked the closest girl in the shin with the rubber front of my shoe and left the classroom for good. With my bag slung over my back, I walked aimlessly outside.

It was a chilly day with drizzle dancing in the icy air, it spun and twirled upon the gossamer threads of arachnids', leaving only small traces of bulbous droplets in their path, they slammed pathetically onto the floor and collapsed dramatically. It was beautiful, the theatrical performances of nature were amusing and graceful. the elegant death of the innocent tears at the end was a well thought out conclusive movement to such a dainty waltz. Stopping to lightly clap at the act, I politely smiled- people passed by my minor moment of appreciation. They recoiled at the seemingly crazy act, looking at me as if I was delusional. I sharply twisted my neck their way and looked at them in a way that made them sprint to their destination. I giggled and carried on walking...