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The Girl |
| Written by Brina DeBrown | |
| Saturday, 09 February 2008 | |
He lived in a time where his ancestors could no longer be easily recognized as his ancestors.He lived in a time of DNA splicing and forced physical change of the body.It was incredibly unusual to see someone who had every limb they were born with, or orginally would have been born with, or if they even had the same number of limbs they were born with. The popular thing to do at the moment was to have a wing where, ordinarily, a left arm would be. This was't very practical, since people are unaccustomed to a wing, even in this day and age. This results in it frequently getting in the way and randomly flapping around, since even the smallest of twitches could cause it to catch a draft. Kevin knew this wasn't practical, and so kept his left arm as it was. In fact, his entire body was completely human and in its original condition. People of this period viewed it as a mental disorder to have such a revulsion towards this editing of the body, since it had been commonly accepted for generations. And so, like many with this so-called mental disorder, was treated as an outcast. People fear what they don't understand, and no one understood why he would reject such modification. Even he didn't understand why he refused to alter his body, which caused him to accept that he had a mental disorder. He was different, he was crazy. It was perfectly understandable as to why others would treat him... accordingly. Though he could understand it, he was getting tired of this treatment. He was starting to anger easily. One could even say he was angry all the time. This was't helpful to his social status, since on the rare occasion that someone talked to him, the never wished to again. There was one exception. There was one single, solitary person Kevin would be polite to, if she ever once tried to talk to him. In fact, he would even make an effort to have a real conversation with her, if given half the chance. Her name was Melody. Melody was a person who barely escaped being labelled as an outcast herself. Though she did alter her body like everyone else, she didn't follow along with the fads. She changed herself in the most unique ways. For example, at the moment, she had a peacock feather protruding from the nape of her neck, surrounded by what could be described as down feathers. It seemed to give her an elegant air no one else her age had. Kevin had decided that he would attempt to interact with her. He wouldn't randomly start talking to her, he would work his way up to it. He only ever saw her in one of his classes. It was then that he planned he would, eventually, talk to her. Melody had taken a seat, as usual, in the far right row, third seat from the back. He sat in the row beside hers, to where she sat to his left diagonal. The teacher walked in and attempted, unsuccessfully, to begin a discussion. Kevin noticed Melody's eyes flicker to look at the teacher a few times during his attempts, but wasn't otherwise distracted from her intricate doodling. That is, until the dumbest, most moronic person spoke. Melody looked up and, surprisingly, it wasn't a look of loathing Kevin would have expected her to give such an arrogant male - it was a look of interest and desire. Kevin hoped, with incredible intensity, that he was mistaken. The one person he would bother to spend time with, the one person he might have actually cared about...The one person he thought would be different! A person that could truly inspire awe! She fell for someone so.. conventional. He decided to make sure that he wasn't imagining.. this, so the next day he was sure to give attention to who Melody showed interest. The class began, and once again, Horrid Boy Who Seemed to Have Melody's Affection spoke up with an insolent comment. Melody again looked up, and Kevin did, indeed, see the glazed look of desire in her eyes. The rest of the day, Kevin felt emotionally dead. There's a point a person gets to in their loneliness and desperation and depression. After that point, for some there is no feeling. Kevin didn't really know what happened all day, he didn't pay attention. He didn't think. He walked home when the school day was over. He sat in his room on his bed, thinking for the first time in hours. His thoughts were still without feeling. Decisively, he got to his feet and walked out the front door. He walked to the tallest building, a business his dad worked for before his suicide. He didn't take the elevator, he walked up the twelve flights of stairs. That way it seemed more solitary, yet on a more intimate level with the building. He began to awaken on his ascension, to really feel alive for the first time. He no longer felt dead, he no longer felt the knawing anger and loneliness. He felt a sweet, sweet relief, like he could finally breathe. He could feel the movement of air as he moved, he felt his every muscle tighten, he felt the smoothness, the coolness of the handrail. He felt every exhalation. Finally, he reached the top of the building. He stepped to the edge and let himself go. He felt the wind rush past his ears. Kevin was freed of the boundaries of life and, for the first time, felt bliss.
Copyright 2008 Brina |
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