Post by skyliere on Sept 19, 2012 17:46:28 GMT -5
Rafiel Lybretto was a strange Boy.
You would never see him in the hallways, or indoors for large amounts of time. He liked to sit on the roof and watch the others below, laughing, chatting, but never joining them. He had no right to, anyways.
All throughout his life he had been deemed a freak. A horrible person. Fag, arsehole, scum, the names rolled on. The fear carried on. Rafiel tried so hard to be accepted, he really did. Yet he never talked to anyone, never tried to socalize, it was as if he were simply a ghost of the school. Most of the Prefects didn't even know his name.
Today, however, he had felt the need for social contact. For comfort. The angelic boy was terrified, waking up in tears after more than one nightmare during the bitter night. His hands were still shaking. Taking a breath, the boy suddenly jumped from the roof, spreading his massive wings and gliding easily through the air. The scent of lunch being made from the cafeteria would have made his mouth water if he was hungry. He had a piece of toast for breakfast- that sated him. Rafiel had been disobeying his therapists lately, and his food consumption was dramatically falling.
Landing easily on the ground, Rafiel folded his wings slowly, pulling the white cloth around his neck over his nose and mouth to sneeze. Allergies... Oh, how he disliked them.
Looking through the crowd, standing out of everyone's way, he backed a bit into the shadows. He longed for someone to just come up and ask him if he was alright, but he doubted it would actually happen. He was a freak, after all.
Rafiel knew he was shaking. He received odd looks from those who passed, and immediately took off in a run, launching himself in the air to soar to the opposite side of the courtyard. Landing like a startled bird, Rafiel pressed back against the wall, his wings only slightly opened, ready to take off again. He most certainly was not alright. He just couldn't say it.
You would never see him in the hallways, or indoors for large amounts of time. He liked to sit on the roof and watch the others below, laughing, chatting, but never joining them. He had no right to, anyways.
All throughout his life he had been deemed a freak. A horrible person. Fag, arsehole, scum, the names rolled on. The fear carried on. Rafiel tried so hard to be accepted, he really did. Yet he never talked to anyone, never tried to socalize, it was as if he were simply a ghost of the school. Most of the Prefects didn't even know his name.
Today, however, he had felt the need for social contact. For comfort. The angelic boy was terrified, waking up in tears after more than one nightmare during the bitter night. His hands were still shaking. Taking a breath, the boy suddenly jumped from the roof, spreading his massive wings and gliding easily through the air. The scent of lunch being made from the cafeteria would have made his mouth water if he was hungry. He had a piece of toast for breakfast- that sated him. Rafiel had been disobeying his therapists lately, and his food consumption was dramatically falling.
Landing easily on the ground, Rafiel folded his wings slowly, pulling the white cloth around his neck over his nose and mouth to sneeze. Allergies... Oh, how he disliked them.
Looking through the crowd, standing out of everyone's way, he backed a bit into the shadows. He longed for someone to just come up and ask him if he was alright, but he doubted it would actually happen. He was a freak, after all.
Rafiel knew he was shaking. He received odd looks from those who passed, and immediately took off in a run, launching himself in the air to soar to the opposite side of the courtyard. Landing like a startled bird, Rafiel pressed back against the wall, his wings only slightly opened, ready to take off again. He most certainly was not alright. He just couldn't say it.
