I grazed my finger on the wall as I navigated myself through the halls. My pale digits bobbing along the stones. The wall was made of brown, gray, red, and a bit of black stones. My feet slapped along the black cobblestone floor with each leisure step I took to my destination. Green leaves popped out of the wall and each cupped a bubble of light. They lit the hallways with a peaceful glow. The smell of evergreen pine engulfed the area with its musky aroma.
I turned left, leisurely walked a couple of feet, and made an immediate right. I stood before a thick brass door.
"Lady Saundra?" I gently patted the door with my open palm. I waited with my hands tangled in a ball in front of my white sheer skirt, that fell to my knees.
The heavy brass door slowly creaked open showing, the beautiful, Lady Saundra. Her slightly red, long, brown hair tumbled to her slender waist. Her bangs cupped her forehead emphasizing her different colored eyes. One eye glistened a deep violet hue with dark purple lining the pupil. Her other eye was a cloudy, muted shade of gray that had white-rays line the iris. She had soft, pale features with the plumpest red lips I've seen. She wore a tight, black corset and a matching black flowy, ankle-length, skirt.
"Yes, darling?" She walked out of the shadows and closed the door behind her.
"Today is the day she-" I swallowed my sudden nervousness. I cleared my throat and continued, "I was just wondering if I could go out today?" I looked down at my, white, feet.
"You may." Her red, plump lips curled into a toothless grin. I smiled and jumped up and down, excited.
I brought her into a tight embrace. "Thank you, Lady Saundra!" I squealed and hugged her tighter.
"Have fun, Skyler." Her voice so gentle it always felt like it caressed my body into comfort. She was the one who called out to me the day I fell in.
I nodded rapidly and ran through the halls. I bumped into quite a bit of people, but they didn't mind, knowing today was the day... I made it to a circular dead end, only it wasn't a dead end. This was the bottom to the well. I looked up and saw the slightly purple, clouded, sky.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath in, and launched myself out to the top of the well.
I sat myself down on the grey well wall and waited. The air whipped my white hair in my face and across the growing purple sky. White clouds floated around making it a dreamy sunset. I pulled my flying hair out of my face. The white hair intertwined in my fingers. I miss my brown hair. I crave seeing my thick, chocolate hair run from my scalp to my upper back. My jet, black, feathered wings flapped at the exciting memory of my old appearance. Everything about me changed the day I fell in this well. My eyes were now the same color of white that surrounds the iris. All you could see is my black pupil. My skin turned from a peachy white to dead white. Almost gray. Caleb was right about the well. Well, kind of. It did hold magical creatures, me ending up being one, but not only creatures. There are also people, like from the movie X-Men...that have powers.
"I'm coming up, Sky! Watch out!" And out flew the one who said they would. She sat opposite of my crossing her bare feet.
"Good morning, Skyler!" Zea beamed with her smiling peach lips. Zea had curly-curly, azure blue hair that tickled her shoulders. Her eyes were a solid steel silver. Her skin glowed with her bronze complexion. She had two adjacent scars on both her left and right temples. She wore a long-sleeved silver shirt with thumb slits and black leggings.
"Morning, Zea!" I smiled back. Zea was only thirteen.
"Today's the day, huh?" she dug her shoulders into the base of her skull, overjoyed.
I nodded, me too, thrilled. Zea looked around the landscape before us. "She's coming, Sky..." She played footsie with me.
"Finally!" I kicked her back, playfully. Zea was the wind. That was her power. She could see wind, manipulate it, and feel, what the wind hit, herself. That's how she knows someone's coming. The irony about her is that she can't survive with the air in the atmosphere, only the oxygen in water. Her body stores the oxygen, like a car survive on the gas it slowly burns.
My wings stretched when I heard a twig snap out in the woods. "Is that her?"
Zea pulled her blue curls out of her face and giggled, so captivated. "Yup! She's coming through the trees in-" she paused, closing her silver eyes, and continued, "now!"
When Zea said she would pop out she did. She came every year on this day... The day I was attemptedly murdered.
"Is her hair naturally that shade of red?" Zea asked as Rachael walked over to the well. She held a myriad of daisies in her hand and an envelope.
I laughed, "Yes! Just like yours is naturally that color of blue." She pouted at my sarcasm. She's never liked it.
"Does she know your alive?"
I bowed my head down looking, passed my dangling feet, into the ominous dark hole. After Mia, Caleb, and Brad, Rachael came every year, leaving me a note and flowers. The flowers were always different.
"No... But I think she knows I'm alive. Why would she come back to a traumatizing memory only to traumatize herself more. I think she feels the aurora I radiate." I pulled my head up watched Rachael advance towards the well, tearing up as she did so.
I looked away from my crying friend, bottling my own tears. It kills me that even though I'm right here, in her plain sight, she can't see me. I ached, knowing that know matter how loud I force my lungs to yell, she can't hear me. I mourn to talk to my best friend and to tell her I'm alright. I'd leave her a letter, but Lady Saundra informed me it was really dangerous to do so. She said it was forbidden to interact with the world out of the well. I have no intentions on letting all hell break loose and disappointing the one who saved me.
Rachael sobbed as she approached us, standing right next to where I sat. Her auburn hair stuck to her runny cheeks. She sniffled a bit and cried, "I'm so sorry, Skyler.... Please forgive me for not knowing what their intentions were." She stopped and choked on her bulky tears. They stormed out of her eye sockets, like lighting from clouds, leaving her gasping for air.
My heart felt like bursting. I glanced over at Zea and she silently cried. I wasn't crying, but she was. That was my power. I can bottle up every emotion. Not only mine, but anyone around me. I can also make people feel any emotion I want them to feel. I unlike, Zea, come with a flaw. The emotions I bottle up sooner or later burst out of me, violently. I have to be contained in a vault and it lasts about an hour. Don't think the vault quiets me down. When I said violently, I meant it. After the breakdown, though, I'm as bubbly as soap. Lady Saundra says I'm the only one recorded with this power, and it can be very useful in time of need.
I heard Rachael calm her tears. Zea still quietly cried as if Rachael were there to visit her. I decided not to bottle her tears, so she can experience a couple of things. She is only thirteen.
"I'm sorry for crying so much, Sky," Rachael gave me a little smirk, "I miss you." Her smile frowned. The corners of her mouth quivered as she said, "I miss you, Sky. I brought you a letter again." She dropped the envelope in the well. Zea followed it with her watery eyes.
"I brought you daisies this time," she managed a smile, but her corners shook harder. She wiped her cheeks with her coat sleeve. "Take care of them, Sky! Don't be lazy, put them in a vase, and water them every once in a while."
I giggled, muffled, by the tears stuck in my throat. Zea's tears seemed to roll faster down her bronze cheeks. It felt good for her to talk to me as if I were there. Too bad I can't converse with her...
Rachael came closer to the well. "I love you, Skyler Adams. Don't you forget it!" She dropped the daisies in. She stepped back, looked at the well for a while, and bowed her head.
"What's she doing?" Zea asked as she wiped her tears away.
"Praying, Zea. Praying she'll get to see me again."