|
|
Post by Henry Mills on Mar 21, 2015 5:46:08 GMT
 -------------------------------------------------------Henry had been trying hard to get through to people. He was the only one putting the puzzle pieces together, this town was strange. The clock never ticked, and despite people seeming happy there was something missing and they knew it but no one was ready to admit it... His mother had him in counseling and even though Dr. Hopper said he believed him he knew he really didn't... No one did. Henry felt so out of place and sometimes the only person who would listen was Paige. Henry was still trying to figure her story out, she was not as predominant as Snow white or Dr. Hopper who was obviously the cricket from Pinocchio just the way he acted said it all. But with her, she was different... It could be harder to focus because she was cute but surly somewhere in his story book he would find her.
As the bell rang, Henry staid back in class he was not in any hurry to get home. He felt out of place there and truly believed his mother was the Evil Witch and the reason everything was so out of place even if he couldn't prove it. With a soft sigh he sat back in his desk and just looked out the window at all the kids as they scattered off to go home, some of their parents picking them up where his mom, the mayor was busy working as usual. Biting his lower lip he kicked his feet under the desk a bit just waiting. He had time before his mother would be home. Once everyone was gone he pulled out his book and began to read a few pages. -------------------------------------------------------
Tag: Grace Hatter
Time: In the First Curse
Notes: So Excited!!
------------------------------------------------------- |
|
|
|
Post by Grace Hatter on Apr 1, 2015 3:08:41 GMT
 No! Not again! She knew! She just knew...Before Miss Blanchard had written down the pages, the problems they’d need to complete for tomorrow’s homework...The answer had already been there right in her head. Deja vu. It felt like she’d been here before, done this perhaps a thousand times prior. It was so clear!
Was she going crazy?! She’d often wondered that. She didn’t think she was mentally unstable; but, she couldn’t deny there was something...if not wrong about her...Odd. There wasn’t really a pattern to what would set her off but just little things...The tiniest thing could send her into a downward spiral of depression. She didn’t wish to worry Mama or Papa. And she didn’t want to explain what was going on, not when she didn’t understand herself. And certainly not when she could possibly be interpreted as mad. What if they tried to force her on anti-depressants? Or they might shove her into Dr. Hoper’s office! And then she’d have all these cold, pitiful glances directed at her.
No! She didn’t want that! She’d seen those awful stares the doctors and nurses reserved just for the patients down in the psyche ward. Normally when she volunteered at the hospital, they kept her away from the basement level. It was not a bright or lively place. But sometimes they would send her down to bring food or just some decorations that could potentially cheer the patients. But...she really hated the way the staff looked at those unfortunate souls. Didn’t they understand they had a hard enough time being locked away, hidden from sight, trapped in some basement level, tucked away from their friends and family, all but forgotten by the world? Going down there always made Paige want to cry. Dejected, miserable. You could see it in their eyes. Most had given up hope on anything ever getting better. There was something...almost inhuman about the way the patients down there were treated. They weren’t physically abused at least not when Paige was around. But all the same, the staff looked at them like they were...She didn’t even know what!
She wasn’t stupid. She knew that talking about her...issues? Was that the right word? Talking about...wherever this irrational deep seeded sorrow came from wouldn’t land her in the psyche ward right away but...She would certainly get strange looks. People would never see her the same way again. Everyone would wonder what was wrong with her and worry. It...No...She just didn’t want that! And...how could she hope to explain that sometimes her name was enough to make her run to her room, lock the door, and burry her head in a pillow sobbing. This...This whole town...Storybrooke...all the people in it...It...Just sometimes it didn’t make sense. Everything seemed so hollow, so wrong. And Paige...Why did that name pain her so some days? Not all the time but...Paige was pretty sounding. And Paige loved to read fictional stories like Alice in Wonderland (especially the one chapter with the mad hatter) and all sorts of things. Reading and English were her favorite subjects! Paige sounded like the page from a book even if it was spelled differently. And yet often times the name sounded foreign on her tongue, alien like it didn’t belong to her at all. Some days...Just after a whole day of everyone calling her Paige, Paige, Paige, Paige...She couldn’t take it anymore! And so she barricaded herself in her room.
No one real would understand. She couldn’t talk to Mama or Papa or any of her friends. She couldn’t ask them if their hearts felt...empty, like they were missing something, like there was this giant hole, a void that couldn’t be completely filled by anything not even her stuffed animals or her tea parties or the lovely little books in her room or her parents or her friends or anything. She should be happy. She told herself that over and over again. She thought if she said it enough she’d believe it. But she didn’t. She could hear the strain in her voice every time she whispered it and see the despair in her eyes when she gazed critically at herself in the mirror. She should have a perfect life. She was a good student, had loving parents, kind friends, enjoyed her time at Girl Scouts and was well on her way to becoming a doctor with her hospital work and CPR certification but...Somehow it wasn’t enough. It was silly but...sometimes she felt like the world around her was scripted and people were less real and more reciting lines. It wasn’t just the homework assignment. For so many things she felt like...She’d done this before, a thousand times perhaps.
She wasn’t depressed now so this part was less clear; but, when she was in the midst of despondency....certain things wouldn’t add up. Like crickets. She’d wanted to catch one before not to hurt it or anything! But she’d been learning about wildlife and thought it would be neat to see one up close. She’d read some books and even though she was certain she was poking around at the right time in all her life, she could never find one, never so much as hear one.
And then there were her friends. She...She couldn’t tell them what she was really feeling, not without them staring at her like she’d grown a third head or something. Yes, that was...a bit sad; but, that’s not what troubled her during her bouts of grief. She’d try to think of how they met, how they became friends. And...It was just so hazy. She couldn’t focus. Was her memory really so poor? But again she was being silly. Likely she’d just known them for so long things sort of blurred together. But when gloom struck...Each and every odd little thing plagued her until all of a sudden all of Stroybrooke felt wrong and she was sure she couldn’t stay here another second. All she wanted to do was run away, go somewhere else, anywhere else. But of course that was irrational.
She couldn’t leave. Where would she go? Her only family was here. Her life was here. She was a kid. She had no funds saved up. She was very thoroughly trapped. Although it shouldn’t feel that way! Storybrooke was a nice little town! And whose fault was it she couldn’t confide in her friends? Wasn’t it hers? But it didn’t matter. Feelings weren’t so easily rationalized away. She found...She couldn’t really connect with anyone. It was a very lonely feeling. Isolated even when she was surrounded by people. They couldn’t make the ache in her heart go away. Something must be really wrong with her. And because of it she could only have superficial relationships, talk about books and Girl Scouts and volunteer work, nothing important, nothing real, not all those odd questions and feelings that were quite possibly slowly driving her insane.
It got to the point where it just was too much bottled up, holed up inside. She needed some form of release. But people couldn’t be trusted. They’d never understand. So she talked to her stuffed animals and the man in the mirror. She'd had this very strange mirror for as long as she could remember. The mirror didn’t reflect her face but someone else’s. And...Although she’d never met the person...He seemed familiar. He was someone she could rely on, share her secrets with. He would never grow upset with her, never try and seek out Dr. Hopper, betraying her confidence due to concern. He couldn’t because he didn’t really exist, couldn’t hear a single word she so desperately uttered in a rush under her breath lest Mama or Papa hear. He was her dear friend and mentor. It was....probably silly but since she couldn’t talk to anyone real, she’d imagine the advise he would give her if only he could speak. She was certain he would support her! He just had...That face she supposed.
There were better days and worse days. Although recently...It seemed like there were more and more bad days and it was all getting to be too much!
The final bell rang and everyone was eager to leave. Everyone that was but Henry and her. She didn’t want to go home, fake that smile, act like she was this cheerful, optimistic girl who delighted in everything. She projected this happy-go-lucky girl, one who could never be brought low by anything. The world was her oyster. But it was all an illusion. The real Paige was miserable. But she couldn’t show it lest others worry or worse act upon their concerns.
But with Henry...There was something about him that she just wanted to trust. With him she could be a little more open. And at least he seemed to notice things weren’t quite right. She wasn’t entirely certain as to whether she believed his theory, that they were all cursed and had lives before this one in Storybrooke. But she desperately wanted to believe it! Because that would mean she wasn’t crazy! If he was right, then everything she noticed would make sense!
Finally, she worked up the nerve to approach Henry’s desk. She didn’t want to go home. But neither did she want to be alone when she felt like this, scared, depressed, mind feeling like it was unraveling at the seams.
“Hi Henry,” she said softly. “Do you mind if I have a seat?” she asked, gesturing to the desk next to him. His presence was always soothing. She couldn't explain what it was; but, there was just something about his smile that...She didn't really know. But when he smiled she felt like smiling too. With him, she didn't have to force it. He was someone she really liked being around.
|
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA
|
|
