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Untitled - Statement 20140710

Statement of Keenan Waterbury, regarding an encounter with Margaret Fairchild. Original statement written on October 7th 2014.

Gooood morning TMA fans I understand we're in a bit of a content drought rn so have a statement I wrote regarding some of my TMA Ocs which if it gets any interest I can build on!! By all shapes and gadgets it should logically be able to fit into the canon without even bothering the main cast and I'm proud of myself for building something that manages to fit so well- Anyway it's a bit of a read but I thought I'd share and if you take the time to read it know I love and appreciate you so much 💙

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Statement of Keenan Waterbury taken October 7th 2014 regarding an encounter with an old friend

I suppose I should start from the beginning. I was born and raised in East London, though not in any of the nicer parts. It wasn't the best, but my family made do. It was just me and my mom then, my dad having left soon after my birth. It wasn't easy, being a person of colour as well as gay, and in a poor neighborhood. I was the brunt of a lot of jokes. It was like that for a long time, you know? The bullying, the cruelty, people are wicked when they want to be. I almost killed myself more than once. But I didn't. I didn't have any friends for most of my school career. It was something I was accustomed to, and being alone became what I was good at, in a way. I never thought I'd have friends growing up, I just thought I'd go on for the rest of my life alone until I met a nice man and settled down and became happy. 

Then, secondary school rolled around, and that's when I first met Margaret. Met is a vague term, I only actually talked to her when I was in my eleventh year, but that's besides the point. Margaret Winters was the same age as me, and new to the area. She was strange by all means. She had white-blonde hair, and eyes so pale of a blue, that for a long time I thought she was blind. Her skin was so pale, that if she didn't move so much, I'd have thought she was dead. Honestly I thought a lot of things about Margaret before I met her, purely because she was such an anomaly. Seeing as I spent most of my time alone I did a lot of people watching, and Margaret's interactions with everyone completely mystified me. She was always wearing clothes too big for her and putting on makeup that made her look like she was some old waitress from the 60's, all red lips and purple eyeliner. Despite this, all the boys flocked to her, even the most popular ones begged to be her date but she always declined. She'd look at them over the top of whatever big book she was reading, and bat her long eyelashes, and then say something in that quiet voice of hers that I couldn't quite hear, and the boys would turn on their heels and walk out, no questions asked. It was incredible.  

When Margaret sat beside me in Biology class, it was totally unprompted. We had never talked before, and I knew for a fact she had friends in that class that she would've much rather have sat with. Yet, she pulled up a chair beside me, and asked "Mind if I sit here?" And I, by some strange force of will, said yes. Would it be wrong to say I really cared about her, after what I saw her do? I mean, she was my best friend. We kept talking after that encounter, and then she invited me to sit with her and her girlfriends at lunch, and it was… well it was really nice. I hadn't had much human interaction other than being kicked around. To make actual friends was a new experience to me, but knowing people actually cared about me was such a wonderful feeling. I got to know Margaret more, and she told me how much she hated how the guys objectified her, and how she would never love anyone. She wished they’d all just die and leave her be. On the days we would lay in the back football field during break, she'd tell me that the clouds were the ones she loved, and they loved her too. She had sketchbooks full of drawings of clouds, and she had photos and posters all around her room, detailing the different types of clouds and what they meant. She knew them all too, off by heart, and she'd spend hours talking to me about them. It was a little weird, sure, but I wasn't one to judge. I still don't understand why she chose to be my friend, or how it happened so quickly, but I'll always be grateful for her no matter what, she saved my life. That didn't mean I didn't think she was weird sometimes though. There were days when there were no clouds, that she would look up and squint at the sky, like there was something wrong. And there was the time that a storm rolled in, and thick fog flowed into town. I asked her what she thought of the fog, thinking they were some type of cloud. She honest to god spat on the ground, and hissed something along the lines that the fog was a mimic of clouds. She said the word fog with such hatred that I didn't dare bring it up again. 

We promised we would keep talking after school ended, and we tried, we really did. It didn't turn out though, Margaret went to some big college in Paris to keep learning all about the clouds she loved so much. I didn't have the money to become anything spectacular, so I took a job as a grocer and went on my way. I didn't think about Margaret when I booked the trip to Paris, I swear. We hadn't talked in years, and I was just going there to clear my mind in all honesty. My boyfriend at the time, Xavier, had just died in a motorcycle accident and I was pretty shaken up. I couldn't walk around the house without breaking into tears, so I resolved to get myself out of there and into a new setting. I feel kind of embarrassed writing it here, but I decided to go to Paris because of their bakeries. I've always been a sucker for baked goods, and the idea of eating my sadness away in piles of pastries sounded pretty alright by my standards. I booked a cheap hotel so that I could spend all my money on the aforementioned pastries, and flew over to Paris for a well earned break. And that was that, I spent my days visiting cafés, eating, and feeling more at peace than I had in weeks. It was really nice, not having to worry about anything and just being able to be somewhere where people didn't feel the need to tell me they were sorry for my loss every time I saw them. I was completely and utterly unknown, back in my environment, a place of loneliness that seemed almost normal in it's own quiet little way. I didn't think about Margaret until my fourth day in Paris. I was leaving my hotel, and was just down the street from it, when I saw a familiar shock of white-blonde hair turn the corner. It wasn't long and wispy like it had been before, rather it had been cut to shoulder length and now floated around her head in an airy mess. I didn't see her face, and I hadn't even thought of her in years, but somehow I knew deep within that who I was seeing was Margaret. It was such a strange sense of knowing, like a force drawing me towards her… So I followed her. Not to be creepy, that wasn't my intent, I just wanted to make sure it was her, to see what she was up to, and maybe to talk to her if I felt like it. I didn't notice anything strange then, but looking back on it, her movements were oddly smooth, and I can't remember if her feet actually touched the ground.

When I noticed someone else was following her, I had been walking behind her for about four blocks or so trying to work up the courage to say something. The man was big, like really big, a huge hulking figure that was bald and had ears that stuck out too far, and shifty eyes that made me uncomfortable. He eyed me as he passed, before stepping ahead of me and behind Margaret. He followed her for about 3 more blocks with me behind him before Margaret made a sharp turn down an alley that I hadn't noticed before and the man turned to follow. I didn't know what to do, if this was some sort of drug deal or what, so I tried to lean as casually as I could against the wall beside the alley, listening to what was happening. The people that walked by seemed to ignore me and the alley completely, so that gave me some confidence. I listened in, and for a while it sounded like an oddly normal conversation to be having in a dingy alley. Pleasantries like "How's the family?” and "Enjoying the weather?" though they were laced with sarcasm. This all placated me into some sense of false security, so I made the bold decision of poking my head around the corner to see what was going on. Margaret stood at the back of the dead end alley, her arms crossed. I could tell it was her now, her purple eyeliner a dead giveaway. The massive man blocked her exit, dwarfing her in his huge shadow, and I suddenly got the feeling I shouldn't be seeing this. "Enough of this chatter, Fairchild, you know the deal. My folks want you dead. I'm here to make sure of that." The man snarled, and I swear that his ears started to sharpen like those of a bat. I stepped into the alley in that moment, thinking that I had to stop this man, I had to do something. It was a rash, stupid decision, but I think it gave Margaret the time she needed. I shouted something like, "Hey!" Which probably wasn't that intimidating but it did make the guy turn his head, showing me his sharp yellow eyes. They bore into me with such precision that I stumbled back a little. The man then spat at me, "Piss off, rat". I remember him saying that, because not only was it so absurd given te situation, but it was also the last thing he said.

Margaret was fast. Her arm shot up so quickly I barely saw it happen. She grabbed the man by the throat, and squeezed. It was gradual at first, the man began gasping and clawing at her hand, but then his hands faded and I realized he was disappearing. I cannot stress this enough, it wasn't fog he was fading into. He was becoming white, fluffy, patches of clouds right in front of my eyes. A smile wider than it should've been was stretched across Margaret's face, and as I looked at her pale blue eyes I saw clouds reflected in them making them seem like an endless sky. I don't know when the man fully disappeared, but I do know I couldn't run as much as I wanted to. When he was gone, she took a step forward and looked almost sad. Almost. "You fell back into them." She said in that soft voice of hers, and I suddenly managed to stumble backwards. "I tried to save you, I really did, but I should've known." She was walking towards me now. So I ran. I turned and ran, and didn't stop running until I was back in my hotel, curled on the floor, gasping for breath. I left the next day and vowed to never go back to Paris. I don't want to go back. Not if she's there, doing whatever cruelties she's involved in. I sometimes think I should've called the police, but I know they wouldn't believe me. Even if they did, they wouldn't have been able to stop her, and I know that for a fact. I hate to think she's out there still, looking for me, looking for others. Is it selfish, to think she's still looking for me? I don't know, I just hope she never finds me.

That was two months ago, and I still live alone. My mom knew someone who used to work at this place, told me it was somewhere good to talk about my experiences. So here I am. I hope that you read this, and have some idea of what it means. Some idea of what to do about her. I can't help it. I keep looking to the sky. I keep thinking I see faces screaming in the clouds. I can't help but feel that one day that's going to be me too. I hope it won't be me too.

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