Wings of Desire Ch-1

The hot wind was starting to bother her. She was already covered in sweat and flour from her shift at Kings n Queens. She was feeling light headed and uneasy. This summer was getting to her nerves. It was eight in the evening and the heat could still penetrate through the skin. Letting go of her hand from the steering wheel, she got hold of the bottle next to her and swallowed a large chunk of water in one go.

    Sighing from relief, she sped up the car. She couldn’t be late. It was her sister’s wedding the next day and today was sort if girl/beauty night. Her two friends from school, her sister’s friends, her aunt and her cousins were all gathering.

  But frankly some part of her wanted to be late. She hated gatherings, she hated being scrutinized by bunch of people who didn’t know her but behaved like they do. Once glance at her clothing and she knew the look her mother will give her, angry. Her mother was the religious mother, who believed in God and miracles. Not like she was an atheist or anything, she was just bit practical.

And stepping in a house full of guest with really short denim shorts and a camisole was vulgar from her perspective. Someone had to tell her that it was summer. She quickly covered herself up with a check shirt and for that moment she left the wheels, aware that the road was empty.

Suddenly from out of nowhere, a gang of boys stepped out. She applied instant break, causing it to skid a bit and coming to a fierce halt. She sighed in relief and she saw no one was hurt.

But her relief was short lived when she noticed the guys.

“We are going to have a treat tonight boys.” Said the bulkier, bald man, maybe leader of the crew.

She gulped hard, terrified. No, this was not happening. Not to her.

She started to re-start her car but no use. It stuttered to a haunting silence. She tried and re-tried, her hand now shaking as she saw cruelly laughing guys approaching her. She grabbed her back and pulled out the scissor she carried in it. She was a fighter.

“Babe, it’s too hot. Get off some clothes.” Another beastly creature said.

They were human but still not so human. She gripped the scissor tighter, preparing for strike. They were five and she was alone, chances were depressing and the busy street was still few miles away. She could have called, had her battery not died.

In back of her terrified mind she remembered her mother, her always praying, and her always worried for her mother.

As the bulky man grabbed her wrist she silently yelled out in help God! Please help me.  And gathering all her strength, she stabbed the man with scissors.

He yelped in pain and shock. Seeing her chance she did what was obvious, she started running. But before she could even make an arm’s length from her attackers, something hit her head. Probably a stone. She felt the pain at back of her skull, felt dizziness and her vision blurring but above all she felt defeated and miserable.

Wishing for death, she succumbed to the pain and fainted.

Last thing she remembered was a pair of weird violet eyes stood watching her from a distance.

Six Months Later.

Dreams and seas,

Endless depth and darkness,

Snatch it away,

The pain etched within.

FREYA

I chugged a glass of juice and took a bite from the apple my sister handed to me. I was late, again, for school. This was my last year school and I for once have never been punctual. Not my trait.

My sister was in house with a large baby bump and happy face. It made me felt sometimes happy and sometimes to throw up. I was feeling the latter now.

My mother was gone to church for prayers and services, like always. I quickly took my stuff and before my sister had the chance to go all I-am-pregnant-take-care-of-me, I left. It was few minute of walk to the main road from our house where my friend, Brenna picks me up. We alternate with car pick-ups and this week it was Brenna’s turn. And I hated it; she drove too recklessly and had crappy music on.

“Get in quick; you don’t want to be late on first day after holidays.” Brenna said.

I looked at her and smiled, uneasiness of first day melting away. She was still Brenna, with dark brown blunt hair and pretty green eyes. Brenna had that kind of smiling face that could cure a sickness. She was inch shorter than me and a budding musician.

    She has a boyfriend, with a happy relationship of four years. She was sort of lucky!

“How are you feeling?” Brenna asked, an edge to her tone that made me cringe from inside.

She knew she was few of them who knew what happened to me that night, six months ago. Besides her, my other friend Hazel and my shrink.

“I am fine.” I stated rather shortly and gratefully she didn’t bother me.

I couldn’t put my pain into words again. I couldn’t accept the fact that there was portion of that night I couldn’t remember after losing consciousness. I couldn’t accept that it was just a car accident and nothing else, something my family knew.

But most importantly I couldn’t forget the violet eyes, eyes to which I couldn’t see a face to. Someone was there, because besides the pain, the terror and stress, there is nothing else clearer than those, violet eyes. No one had such weirdly beautiful eyes.

And from what I could gather, he or she was my saviour that night or else I was too mortified even to think about my fate.

I tried to tell this to my parents but they wouldn’t believe me. How could they? Why would a gang of rapists just leave a girl alone on road, without causing her harm? They concluded that I was hit hard in accident and the work overload and summer broke me. The insanity of their understanding baffled me.

I was assigned a shrink; I have learnt my lesson and told her the edited version of story. This was, I was in a car accident since I felt nauseous due to heat and lost consciousness. I had no idea who brought me to hospital. And last part was actually true, partially true. I did have a clue, if it was not wrong or my fantasy.

No, I had to believe it was not. I was not insane and those violet eyes were real.

“Hazel is crushing on Mike this season.” Brenna said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

I had to laugh. My other friend, Hazel was kind of slut. She had new boyfriends each season...in Brenna’s words.

“Should we warn Mike?” I asked, trying to get back to normal and avoiding the pills.

“That would be honourable thing to do, but I guess that will ruin our reputation.” Brenna said with sincerity and I smiled at her feeling mischievous.

I felt at ease with my friends. I could laugh again and forget about the recurring nightmares, the weird sympathetic look of many people I met.

“We have to see what she does at school Bonfire tonight.” I said, feeling excitement built up in me,

Brenna gave a relieved and happy smile; I kind of gave consent of me going to Bonfire.

I was a fighter; I could not let my inner self eat me to depression.

I will give myself a fresh start...  May angels be with you?  My mother’s voice echoed in my ear. And I shook my head, smiling to myself.