Post by x3morgasm on Oct 10, 2008 1:49:20 GMT 1
••KIRA
There's an ocean out my window
There's beauty in its tears[/center]
It had been so damn traumatizing.[/blockquote]
Akira had felt like she was being choked. Her fragile windpipes kept getting constricted by the second. She had been inside for way too damn long, and it was taking a toll on her. It was how Akira was now-a-days. She couldn't be inside for more than a few hours without a break, and, if not a break, at least a couple of open windows. But she hadn't even gotten that. Potions class was in the dungeons, therefore having no visible source of outdoor breeze. They had been doing something that required complete darkness in Divination, and no windows were to be cracked. Her requests were almost always ignored in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and she had stayed in for lunch to study for a test for History of Magic. She had been inside all day, and felt like she was going to suffocate from lack of a cool, crisp breeze, blowing around her long brown hair and nipping at her soft white cheeks.
She didn't care that she hadn't eaten lunch, and now she was about to skip dinner. None of it mattered. She was sure if she were to see to the needs of her stomach she'd probably go insane at the Gryffindor table, causing quite a few heads to turn. But the hunger -- the kind that had nothing to do with food -- ate at her more. It was ripping at her insides, telling her to get the fuck out of school before it killed her. Akira had gone absolutely bonkers once. Her dad wouldn't let her go outside. It had been raining all day long, and she was grounded for playing pranks on her brother and his main squeeze at the time. But she went crazy; She started crying and hyperventilating, and there was no stopping it until he let her go out in her little ducky rain coat, with matching boots and umbrellas. She had been four at the time.
The second she pushed open the doors, she almost fell to her knees in relief. The relief had washed over her like the biggest tidal wave in history. Kira hadn't been aware of how close she was to the edge of hysteria, but now she did. She could feel it gradually letting go of her, little by little, as if it hadn't believed that she had finally made her way outdoors in the beginning. But now... Now her body knew it. The air! The fresh, crisp, clean autumn air touched her skin, playing with her hair. The sounds of all the birds chirping, the few kids who had gotten to dinner early, were skipping it, or were going late. It didn't matter to her. All she knew was that she was outdoors.
She had to push herself away from the door before she attracted a whole lot of attention. The few people who had been seated close to the doors had snapped their heads in her direction; She had practically burst out of the doors. That was a hard thing to miss, just like someone with two heads, or a huge, fire breathing dragon. And these people had looked at her as if she -- tiny little Akira Wood -- were a girl with two heads, or a huge fire breathing dragon. She almost laughed. Almost. She smiled sweetly, and then took off, almost skipping, to the nearest tree without any occupants.
And when she reached it, she allowed the relief to take over her body. Her legs gave way beneath her, and she sunk to the ground with a low, content sigh. Her eyes closed instantly as she inhaled deeply, her fingers finding a small wild flower as if they had always known it was there. She picked it, smelled it, and then gently placed it behind her ear.
It didn't even occur to her that the tree she was beneath was the Whomping Willow. Akira had spent so many years at Hogwarts, and it seemed that the tree knew that she wasn't a threat to it, just as Akira knew the same of it. It was almost as if there was a certain camaraderie between the two. She loved that tree, and it seemed to feel something of the like toward her as well.
Life seemed to be getting better by the second.
