birdylanice

[birdylanice]

TW!!: Scopophobia, potentially disturbing themes like trauma, mental health issues, and slight gore

Birdy was an ordinary girl in school who loved birdwatching in class. She was silent and would keep to herself, always distracted with something on her mind.. but she doesn’t know what that ‘something’ is. One day, there was a new student named Anna, who was very loud and rude. Anna approached Birdy, making fun of her for being so silent and for never paying attention in class. Anna would tend to bully Birdy, until one day,

Birdy walked home from school, exhausted from all the bullying. She goes to her room to stare at all the birds, until a crow perches on a tree branch near her window. Birdy opens her window, letting the crow fly inside her room. When the crow flies inside, she suddenly starts to hear voices, suddenly starting to feel watched. The feeling of being watched makes her terrified, even when she backs up into a wall, she still feels it watching her.

The crow gets closer, tilting its head.

It watches closely, feeding off her insanity.

All Birdy can hear is her heart beating fast.

Her breathing gets faster, and she gets dizzy. “Why.. are you.. doing this to me…?” Says Birdy. She hears voices, she knows them, but she doesn’t know who it’s from, where it’s from at that.

The crow seems to have a shadow beneath it, something so horrid one can’t explain. Its eyes glow full of pain and hunger. Hunger for more lives, Birdys life. It talks to her of how horrid the pain they have, how hungry they are.. manipulating her into what they want. Birdy was already tired with the relentless bullying, feeling trapped like one is in a cage metorphallically; but she would ACTUALLY be trapped now. The crow jumps on her as the clock strikes her birthday. She is now dead, a birthday cake for the guest.

The child feels trapped, but she feels nothing as her organs depart from her.

The child thought that nothing else would happen.

She would simply…not exist.

...But, she… awoke again….?

To lands forever to not be seen, the sky so vast and deep…there was nothing else there… but an…angel?

The angel stayed, looking in the sky with peace and calculation… a thorn in this world. The angel then turned around suddenly, so gracefully… what an odd angel. One with many eyes. The angel spoke. “Greetings… former mortal.” She spoke with a softness… and with a knowing look.

She continues with her speech.

“My name is Thorn, it is a pleasure meeting you.” She say with a bow in her head, no mouth to speak. “…What is your name child?”

Birdy stares at the angel in silence, hesitating. “Birdy.”

The angel tilts her head in a pleasant manner. “Birdy, a true name fit for its owner as sad it could be.” The angel looks at the child in thought… in wonder… and something else.

“…Where am I?”

The angel blinks her eyes at the same time, and then realizes. “Ah- yes… ahem.”

“Tell me, what do you see?”

Birdy stares at the angel. “…you?”

She blinks once more… it seems as if she hasn’t spoken to a mortal, a child one in so long. “…I-I mean, other than me… what do you see?”

“…A sky..and grass.”

The angel looks shocked, as if no one has ACTUALLY given such an answer. “…hm, what an interesting mortal that has been given by sky… It is always right. Follow me dear child.” She says as she slowly walks, VERY slow.

“Hum..” Birdy follows the angel, following at a distance.

“Most mortals, even one who have immortality flowing through their blood…. say a much more different answer, full of blindness. Nothing they say.”

“They don’t realize that nothing IS something… but you on the other hand did the opposite. You saw the sky and the land. You saw the land that supported you and the sky that gave you a fate.”

She stops suddenly.

Birdy pauses along with her. "....?"

“You have more knowledge than one of the most powerful beings Ive encountered through my existence.”

“You are destined to open your eyes in the cage you are in and to break free form it.”

“And most importantly, you’ll grow in the future to be truly free, just as I am.”

“With your soft flowerlike nature, and your sharp thorn like knowledge you are given…”

The angel gestures to the sky. “The ability to be awakened.”

She puts her hand down and turns back to the child.

“Though…. All destinies can be changed, for I’ll give you this. Do you wish to accept the hard nature and challenges that across from being truly immortal, or do you wish to stay in mortality, reincarnated to do something still good to the mortal world."

“I give you this option… choose wisely my child, for either way you’ll still be in my care for I must in order to help your destiny.”

“I…I don’t know.. do I have.. to choose?” Birdy backs away slightly, not knowing what to do. She can endure pain and torture while being immortal, or be reincarnated to something good.

The angel nods. “Child, if you want to be free, you must make a choice for yourself. One who is free can make the choice.” The angel stops for a second. “…I’ll give you the time to decide as long as you want. I already know what you decide, but you must make it on your own…. You will still remember me even when reincarnated.” She says, she turn around back to the sky in lost thought. She stops speaking fully, leaving the child to think.

“I want to be immortal..” Birdy says, unsure.

“Are you sure of this child?”

"Yes.."

The angel nods in understanding, putting out her wings, as if a way of a handshake…

"...Err..?"

The angel then realizes. “Ah right… time does mess me up at times especially with such a new being.” She puts her hand out instead.

Birdy takes the angel’s hand, slightly unsure. As the two hands collide, she feels something… as if her entire body are connected to a pair of crow wings. But there’s nothing there.

"Whats...happening to me?"

Thorn smiles. “Only time may tell dear immortal.”

@thorn-th0rn-bush

[birdylanice]

Should Birdy officially be deleted?

[birdylanice]

Shit, your stuff seems interesting. (In a good way)

Thank you! Appreciate it lol