Once, there was a girl with wings.
Once, there was a girl who had stars, galaxies caught in the space between her skin, shimmering through her entire body.
They existed peacefully on a planet together, their lives as entangled within each other’s as a mess of embroidery thread. Their eyes were bright and they lived out their days in calm, days twisting on without any end in sight.
Their world was small and limited, and they didn’t know how to do anything but just to simply exist, wearing out day after day. They were friends but they weren’t; they were confidantes about the weird bizarreness of living in this place, and they shared their meager belongings with each other; their small stash of sugar plums, memories of times when they wer happy when the other cried.
Their bizarre friendship spanned centuries; neither of them aged in that time. Each remained looking like a small, placid sixteen year old girl. Long, glossy black hair tumbled down their backs, of which they took great delight in playing with, twisting into shapes they couldn’t name. They wore dresses stitched with moonlight stolen from the rocks they occasionally found stuffed full with it and they laughed and they just existed. There was no-one else but themselves. The girl made of stars, glittering with stardust. The girl with wings, white as bone, fluffy and soft, of ginourmous size that she wrapped them in when it was cold, when the sun didn’t heat them.
One day, a spaceship arrived on their small planet. It was the colour of dulled moonshine, and it burned to look at. It wasn’t the nice, soft moonlight that existed in the gaps in their dresses. It glared into their eyes, making them drag their heads away.
The person came out from the ship, someone like them, an elfin girl with skin the colour of the peaches they devoured when they were hungry. It stared at them with cool blue eyes, chips of ice, and spoke to them in garbled words they didn’t understand.
They stared at each other with eyes of bewilderment. What was this person doing here, landing their ship on the bunch of plums they’d just collected, squashing the grass underneath their feet with boots the size of rocks. Speaking to them in words that they didn’t understand?
The person rolled their eyes and went back on the ship, grabbing a square shaped device with smaller squares atop, sqiuggles crowding the smaller ones. She spoke her weird, unnatural language into it and pointed it towards the girls, the words scrolling through it.
The girls gasped as they listened to it.
They were part of a lost race, trying to regroup. The girl had been searching for many years for them. When they arrived where the rest of their people waited, there would be others waiting for them and delicious meals made up of much more than stone fruit and the occassional handful of grass that they stole for each other when they were desperate, eaten under trees with the leaves tickling their gaunt faces, trying to ignore their stomach’s pleas for more, more, more.
Now they had the chance to get away from this small, unforgiveable world, with it’s bramble thorns, lack of food, nothing to do but have endless conversations, filling in the gaps with hours spent asleep in piles of leaves.
Both of those girls wanted nothing more but to get on that ship, and meet new people, see new things.
Then the girl that had come to collect them dropped a bombshell. She would only be able to take one of them, and the other would have to live out their endless, boring days here.
And they would have to choose between them who would go, and who would stay.
Her tone was bored. She grabbed one of the plums off the trees around them, and said that she would be waiting in the ship. They had to choose by nightfall.
The girls sat next to each other, not daring to look at the one sitting beside them. They both desperately wanted to go. Desperately. They didn’t care what lengths they had to go to.
The girl with the wings announced that it would be wasted on the girl with the stars. She was an uncultured piece of swine, she didn’t know anything about the real world, she wouldn’t last a day with proper people. One day, she’d come back and say hello.
She was only halfway towards the craft when the girl with the stars pulled at her arm angrily, toppling her over. It wouldn’t be wasted on her, she said angrily. She was the one who had suffered more; her stars had been a hindrance, weighting down in her stomach like a sack of rocks. The other girl had used the wings to her advantage, exploring the skies around them, wrapping the feathery masses around her when she was cold. She had gotten all of the advantages. It was time for her to get something that she truly deserved.
The girl with the stars tried to run for the plane, but she didn’t get far before the girl with wings slammed her into the ground, blood leaking from her mouth. She didn’t care what sort of advantages she had gotten. This opportunity was hers, and hers alone.
They fought wildly with each other. They were lions fighting over the same bone, and they didn’t care about what all the other animals thought.
The girl with the stars begged with her once-friend, blood dripping freely down her chin. She told her of the beautiful life she’d still have here, without her. She didn’t need to go. She wouldn’t enjoy it as much.
Beneath the seemingly-calm, nice, words, she held a knife ready to unleash. She knew that she would go to any cost to get on that aircraft.
The other girl said no. She would enjoy it more. She needed it.
She almost felt the air as the knife came swooping down, felling her in one hit. Blood poured from her with no stopping and her eyes froze in place, as did her mouth. Staring in shock at the girl who she’d shared fruits with, whom she had considered a friend.
The girl with the stars froze, realising the impact of what she’d done. The girl with the wings… she was dead. She wasn’t coming back.
She got up shakily and walked towards the plane. She told the girl that they had chosen. The girl nodded and pointed towards a seat, which she slumped into.
It was worth it. She was going to the real world.
But the scent of regret lingered with her.
She wasn’t used to getting her happily ever after.
Well, this was random! I had to write a short story for school, so I thought I’d share it here. What’d you think? Comment below!