Wings

Duo || A Minds Eye

Pale clouds dotted the dark blue sky, the streets whispering with the quiet and calm only wind could bring. Only the blank hum of Cassidy's car and the radio mumbling minutely in the early hours of the morning kept her company as she drove. As usual, the road was dark, occasionally a flaking and flickering streetlamp uttering a mellowed and slightly yellowed glow. The air was salty, the quiet waves on the left of her rising and ebbing softly. She sighed, a sound as loud as a gunshot in the silence, as she turned the next corner- pulling into the dark, foreboding school.

Each window was encased in darkness. Only a handful of lights were on, and could be seen outside the building. There was hardly any sound- aside from the headmistresses room and a few of the higher staff, where paper crumbling ran amuck. After parking her small blue car, Cassidy strolled into reception. Quickly, she signed in and tugged her, it seemed always sticky, locker open. As usual, It managed to jam, and- as usual she ended up having to kick it open. Grabbing her keys and lanyard, she fiddled with her keys as she checked the quiet and marbled halls. 

Cassidy though the school looked like any other, with silver lockers adorning each side of the tall cream walls that made up the building- occasionally stopped or brought short by a janitors closet or a teachers toilet. Florescent lights blinked over the halls, only the main ones turned on to conserve energy and showed the swept clean cream flooring. Bright and colourful flyers were pasted on walls, some offering baked goods, others asking for help- she noticed that in the next couple of months there was going to be the year eleven prom and she smiled. She loved her kids, they were shitheads- but they were her shitheads. Sighing, she watched as the lights flickered again. It was surreal, so utterly strange, that the whole building was deathly quiet.

Tossing her lanyard on her neck, she walked back to her car- intending to grab her bag.

Arriving at the school so early in the morning was really weird, there were no pupils (as there should be none at seven in the morning- school started at eight) with hardly any staff dotted about. Cassidy checked her watch again and did a little happy dance out of reception, she did have time for breakfast! Smiling to herself, she pulled out of the school quickly and drove down to the nearest shop and almost jumped out of her car. Tearing the door open to the little shop, she strode inside and grabbed the nearest bottle of drink and a packet of cheese and onion crisps and stopped to ponder how her life had ended up as such. 

As she had only been out of the lab for five years, she had been very lucky to be able to get the job she had. Online school was cool and all but she'd needed to save up a lot of money for it. Working at a small diner had been okay for the first year, but a person could only stand being belittled for so long before they wanted to move onto bigger and better things. It had been long and laborious work, with menial pay and she'd had to pay rent at the same time. Eventually, she had grown so fed up with being treated like shit that she'd stopped eating and sleeping just to be able to afford those extra lessons to pass. She had found out while being with the scientists that a immortal didn't exactly need food to survive, they only required a will to live and breathe and move.

Besides, having to work was something to do, as she couldn't leave the flat (or church attic as she had slept in before) because her wings had almost been plucked clean and needed to heal properly. As well as that, there had been an almost international search for her. Even now, over five years later there was still a search going on for a Casey Reighlends by an Unnamed man. There was even a Facebook group about it, though she had only found that out by watching daytime news- and that had scared her so much that she hadn't left her flat for days. 

Seemed the Scientists hadn't really wanted her to leave, but there was no way on planet Earth she was going back. Shuddering, she crossed her arms as she thought of the experiments- the only sound she could hear being her beating heart. She suspected that the, 'Scientists' had wanted to know if being Immortal meant you they didn't feel pain (surprise, surprise they do) and what happened when they died. It was a lot of torture with thinly veiled excuses and apologies.