"Freak." Some hissed it as she walked by them to her seat, and April veered towards the wall even more, banging into a globe. She laughed nervously, chuckled at her own stupidity even though she didn't find it funny, but it didn't help. Before, she could laugh at something like that, and since they didn't care about her, they'd leave her alone. Or they'd be laughing, but it'd be different. With me, not at me, she begged them, but her telepathic skills weren't working. Or maybe she wasn't telepathic. Empathic, was that it? No. No, the doctors said she wasn't any of that. She was just a girl. Just a crazy little girl who--
Class was over. April looked up from her desk, not sure how she got in her seat.
"Come on, freak, gonna stay for a second helping?" one of the last people to leave yelled at her. The teacher didn't turn back from the chalkboard. Everyone left laughed. April didn't see how it was funny.
Need to up my meds. No, wait. Forgot to take my meds today. Yesterday. Both days. This week? Losing time again. Have to tell Dad.
She made herself stand up, flinching at the strange looks the first early arrivers for the next class were giving her, and leave the room. Out into the hall, with the crowds and the chaos. Out to where she could be a shadowgirl, slipping through in the background, so swift and silent they'd never know she was there.
And if the never knew she was there, maybe it meant she wasn't. Maybe she was a shadow. Maybe she'd dissapeared into a vent. Maybe she could fly free now --
Just a girl in a hall at school. Crazygirl, freakgirl, notsanegirl, but just a girl. Not a shadow.
How do you know? she asked the calm-voice (she was pretty sure it was her voice. Not completely. But sure enough).
I just know.
She had a choice now: Try and shadow away, or believe the calm-voice. Well. Last time she didn't believe the calm-voice, she ended up There. And April didn't want to go back There.
I trust you, she told the calm-voice. Which was probably pretty smart. Since she couldn't trust herself.
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Crazygirl, Rent, April, shadow, PG (warning for insanity)
Date: 2007-03-30 02:23 pm (UTC)Class was over. April looked up from her desk, not sure how she got in her seat.
"Come on, freak, gonna stay for a second helping?" one of the last people to leave yelled at her. The teacher didn't turn back from the chalkboard. Everyone left laughed. April didn't see how it was funny.
Need to up my meds. No, wait. Forgot to take my meds today. Yesterday. Both days. This week? Losing time again. Have to tell Dad.
She made herself stand up, flinching at the strange looks the first early arrivers for the next class were giving her, and leave the room. Out into the hall, with the crowds and the chaos. Out to where she could be a shadowgirl, slipping through in the background, so swift and silent they'd never know she was there.
And if the never knew she was there, maybe it meant she wasn't. Maybe she was a shadow. Maybe she'd dissapeared into a vent. Maybe she could fly free now --
Just a girl in a hall at school. Crazygirl, freakgirl, notsanegirl, but just a girl. Not a shadow.
How do you know? she asked the calm-voice (she was pretty sure it was her voice. Not completely. But sure enough).
I just know.
She had a choice now: Try and shadow away, or believe the calm-voice. Well. Last time she didn't believe the calm-voice, she ended up There. And April didn't want to go back There.
I trust you, she told the calm-voice. Which was probably pretty smart. Since she couldn't trust herself.