I'll Show You The Stars

Chapter 2 - Elaia

I awoke to small molecules of water splashing against her window. Indeed, I had fallen asleep to that to. I grumbled.

I didn't really mind. The rain calmed me. Its steady patter and cool caress had always tempered the rage I had inside me.

A rage that was white hot and yearning for blood.

I didn't know why, but it had been like that since I was very young. At kindergarten, 3 years old, I bit a boy with no clear motive. 2nd grade, I stabbed a boy with scissors as he ran to hug me. He was a freak, but he probably didn't deserve to spend the next three days in hospital.

It was an inexplicable and unyielding need for vengeance.

My mother had taken me to therapy to resolve the issue. It never worked.
And now all that was left of my mother was a headstone reading "Julia Jayne Kenley, 5/9/72 - 30/6/15," and her ashes floating in the great wide Somewhere.

Cold and impersonal. No way to memorialise a woman.

A gravestone couldn't tell of her love for dogs, of her good-natured personality, of her willing to help others, of joy she had. It couldn't tell how she sang me to sleep, how she kissed my forehead, how she cradled me as I cried. How she whispered, "Elaia," warm and gentle, as if the very name was precious to my mother.

For my mother was a woman. Phenomenally.

And it is phenomenal women that we do well to remember, thought I as I sat upon my bed, T-shirt wrinkled and shorts too short.

Women deserve to be recognised as more than a pair of breasts and a vagina.
They are more than that.

And I was determined to show the world.

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A/N: What are your thoughts on Elaia so far? Tell me in the comments. I know you haven't seen much of her yet, but I think you'll come to love her. I think I do already my lovelies.