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Fighting an inter-dimensional monster and finding a girl with superpowers definitely wasn't how Skylar intended her evening to go - but if it kept her out of the house, she was all for it!
"All I did was join the AV Cl...
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LONELINESS IS A strange thing. It lurks behind every corner; devouring you when you need it least, and shying away when it's the only thing you desire.
For some people, loneliness is a welcome creature, a safety net that shields you, a calm medium that keeps you grounded from the world outside.
But for the others, loneliness is a harsh, bitter substance. It claws at their insecurities and chokes them, the long stretches of silence filled with only their worst fears - their own minds picking and picking until they inevitably went insane.
Skylar was one of the latter. In the past, she had been described by her teachers as 'bubbly', which she knew was just a friendly way of calling her obnoxious. She was one of those people who couldn't let a silence just sit.
Any time there was a long stretch of quiet, Skylar could feel the hum grow inside her. It gnawed at her insides, willing to be free. And it always did.
Countless times Skylar had gotten in trouble for this impulse. And she tried to change, she really did. But nothing ever seemed to work.
It wasn't like she was alone. She had a large group of friends. She wasn't an outcast, like you might assume. In fact she was the opposite. Skylar knew how to fight back, and insults sprung on her tongue like flowers in a meadow. And yet, she had a deep, internal need to express herself, for fear she would be forgotten, just a blurry patch on the wall that was existence.
Every day was the same. She would wake up, tie up her hair with an emerald ribbon that matched her eyes, and went to school with her friends. Then she would spend the day gazing longingly at the large bursts of field that seemed to run endlessly over the horizon, wishing she would sprout wings and be able to glide through the sky effortlessly like a bird.
And then she would go home, and within seconds the process would begin again.
Maybe that was the issue. It was like clockwork. Nothing ever changed, keeping her in the endless loop that spun her round and round, days and nights sticking together until Skylar felt as though she could scream.
And so she did. But in her case, screaming wasn't as raucous and obvious as someone would expect. Skylar's anguish came in the form of stupid jokes and a longing to feel more.. whole.
She knew one day she would break free of this endless tirade.
But for now she would sit in her maths classroom, staring outside with a hungry expression, an emotion that she only longed to understand.
