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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 6:05 pm
Binnie and i walked along, and she was tightly gripping my hand as i lead her to her new room.
"mommy beauty" she started to say, but i shook my head
"I mean mommy" she was quick to say, knowing that i didn't want her to think of mommy snow, the second person to abandon her. I lead her to her room, a large place.
"you can go anywhere except that room down the hall" i tolled her
"what's in that room?" she asked. I felt sick in my gut, but answered anyway.
"that's where your brother died.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 7:53 pm
Binnie hung out in the playroom most of the ay, i guess at her other homes, she wasnt spoiled. she was a sweet kid, with a good heart, but she was painfuly shy. For a second i was reminded of the movie village of the damned. i laughed at myself, but she was abnormaly solitary, and never asked more than 2 questions the first day, one of them being
"where is the bathroom"
and the other was
"what's for dinner?"
But as i looked at her, i couldn't help but notice the disgusting feathered atrocities protruding from her back.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 12:12 pm
Binnie's pov
I'm afraid that mommy beauty knows. All my life i've made people see things that aren't there, but yesterday, something weird happened. I was playing in the playroom when mommy beauty called me. She wanted to know if i could clean my room. I said ok, but really wanted to play, so i pretended i was in my room cleaning. When i came down, she commended me on a great job. It was weird, because i'd left my room a pigsty. I think i may have some kind of push power, maybe making people see things isnt that horrible after all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 6:17 pm
Binnie was playing softly in her room when i walked in. She looked in a good talking to mood, those flapping brown astrocities on her back. All i could think was
"eww". Those things made her abnormal, diferant from the other children, and i hated them. I wanted her to grow up to be presedant of the USA, but those things kept her from being anything but a carnival sideshow attraction. I could almost see the posters with "see the amazing bird lady" written across them. I didn't want that. Infact, i would rather see her paralized from a screwy prosedure. Roosevelt was paralized, and he was the presedent. I aproached her smiling, and i knew that she could tell that something hard was on my mind.
"Binnie" i said softly "do the other children at school tease you about your wings?"
"no" she answered
"did the kids at the orphanage ever pick on you because you were differant?"
"Yah, but mommy snow said that they were just upset because nobody wanted them"
Most parants would have been thrilled by her self esteem, but it just made my job harder.
"binnie, would you like it if i took you to a docter who specialized in bith defects to have those things removed?"
She looked shocked "mommy snow said that someday i'd be able to fly"
"maybe" i sighed "but mutations are rarely helprul. What if you tried to fly and it snapped your spine from uneven weight distrebution? You'd spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair. Now you dont like that idea very much, do you now?"
Her eyes got wide and she shook her head
"well then, would you like to look into getting it fixed?"
She wrincled up her nose, but i finally had her hooked. She nodded
"alright then sweety."
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:55 pm
Beauty had been feeling low for the past few days. The aniversery of Aiden's death was coming up, it would be two years on monday. She felt sick. She wanted so much for him, and saw binnie as a second chance. But with all of the abnormalities that she had been showing in the past week or so, maybe a week and a half, beauty was beginning to remember aiden all too clearly. he was eight years old when he died, and had always been a happy little boy. Some said that he looked angelic, with his hair just long enough to pass his ears, and a face like a china doll.
he wasn't the first child she'd lost either, he'd had a twin brother who was boarn dead. And she didn't want to loose another child, especialy from some accadent coming from her wings or her powers. She started to count.
One, two, three...
it was a calming method that she'd picked up after giving birth to a dead child
three, four, five, six...
it was the only thing that helped her
seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven...
the numbers would be there forever, the numbers would never change on her
twelve, thirteen, fourteen...
it was the only thing that made her feel safe and sure of herself as she walked up the stairs
fiteen, sixteen...
as she opened the door
seventeen, eighteen...
as she looked at binnie
nineteen, twenty...
as she began to speak
"sweety" she said, and the noise made the startled girl jump a foot in the air "i need to talk to you.
"what is it mommy" asked binnie innocently
"i know that you've been hiding something, and i dont like it. Why didn't you tell me about the powers you have?"
"because you'd try to take them away"
"no baby, i'd never take them if you wanted them"
"but i want my wings too"
"we'll see how it goes once you get your flying ability. But i know that you can make people see things that aren't happening"
binnie hung her head
"and i know that you can make people see things that aren't happening yet. you can use these powers to do great things"
she said, hugging her child "and thats exactly what i wanted, great things."
"but mommy" she stammered "dont you want me to be normal? Isn't that what you tolled aunt creea"
"baby, ant creea and i dont get along well, but we both want the best for you. And if that means letting you keep those wings, and not changing your power, then so be it. As long as you promise to use it only in emergencies, and not spread it around. If you can keep quiet, so can i, and if you can controll yourself, then there is no reason for me not to trust you." she smiled softly at her little girl, feeling tons better.
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