Painter looks at her, an encouraging smile sweeping across his face, "Stuff that has happened lately qualifies as in the past, you shouldn't let it bother you. If it happened, it happened, and there's absolutely nothing you could possibly do at this point to change that, so don't let it get to you. Move on and smile, knowing you learned from whatever happened and that you are ready to try again without letting it haunt you." He tosses his hair once and bounces up in the air once, making a quick flyby and then gliding in front of her, "Because only then will you fly with the best.."
Chillin at da lake (open)
- Thread starter Renegade
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"That's the trouble though... I can't remember..." She said looking at three rings in the lake, she wondered who was her family. What did happen? Who really was she? She sighed her necklace was a empty locket, filled with no memories. She wondered who gave her it, what was her life like before. She felt the pain of her unhealable wound, in both her heart and body. She wanted to finally know what actually happened.
He glances at her and blinks in confusion, "Well..if you can't remember the past, then what's the problem? I mean, so what you have no memories with family, you have friends here to make memories with, friends who may or may not be like family to you. I don't really know, but you need to stop being so down on yourself, you'll find life much more fun when you're a little more carefree. Kinda less stressful.." Painter trails off a little, thinking of the stress his past causes him at times, before shaking his head and erasing the thoughts from his mind.
"That's not it though... You see lately I've gotten visions or dreams or flashbacks and if it's true I can't leave it alone. Besides that a unhealable wound appeared and now it seems as if the visions might really be my past. But I don't know and it's driving me insane. The wound is neither infected nor healed, besides that people say they know me but I don't know them." She sighed, looking down wishing she could just remember things clearly so she could figure it out and move on.
Painter shakes his head, "You can leave it alone, people say can't when they don't want to or are afraid to. Now then, as for the unhealable wound of yours...if it's as unhealable as you say, then you will just simply have to adapt to it. I'm not quite seasoned enough in my years to give you good advice, but the best I can give you is that you don't need to know right now..just wait and maybe the truth of things will be revealed to you in time. Until then, just kinda go with the flow, let the visions or dreams or whatever come to you, learn them, remember them, but don't stress yourself on any of the other details.." He finishes quietly, knowing how stupid he sounds saying this, especially at such a young age.
"I can't let it go... especially with the witch I saw who in the vision or dream or memory gave me the wound. I need to understand what happened, a part of me won't rest until I do. But the thing is I have no clue what it could mean or where it happened or even how." She looked at a leaf, "I sometimes feel like a leaf in the wind, unsure of where it's going and unsure where it'll stop."
Painter laughs, "That's life..you never know what's gonna happen next, and that's what makes it fun. As for the rest..it's like I said earlier, just relax a little and accept the fact that you're going to have the visions, and instead of letting them get under your skin so much, accept them and let them show you where you need to go..By the sound of it, they're what's giving you glimpses at what may be your past, so think of them like..the direction the wind is blowing you. You have no choice but to follow at this point, so just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride." He winks at her and leans back against the shady tree they've been standing under.
She sighed, so many painful flashbacks. The fact was she hadn't one happy memory now, all her thought to be real memories had erased. She looked at the water, "I doubt you know what it's like to not remember anything happy, I don't remember anything but my "things" and all I remember is at Starlight and it's barely anything. I have nothing, no goals, no friends, no idea as to why I'm here besides my ability. And that I hate small towns, I only know what I do and don't like but I don't know why."
Painter glances away quietly at her accusations, "Do not speak of things in which you don't know.." he looks back up at her with a sudden anger flashing in his eyes, like fire dancing in the night, "My ENTIRE life was filled with ridicule because of these accursed wings. My time was spent made fun of, beat up, laughed at, and all other forms of abuse, just because I had these. My own freaking parents tried to cut them off because they thought them ugly. I've never been accepted by anyone...and you have the nerve to accuse me of having had a near perfect life.." He looks away quietly, tears rising because of the sudden memories crashing though his head.
"I didn't say you had a perfect life, I said at least you can remember it. All I know is a bunch of memories that don't fit together, beatings, witches, fighting, dying. I don't know who or what I am I don't even know which memories are mine. And I' d love right now to at least know what's mine and what's not." Tears came to her eyes, she only wanted to know was all that was in her mind her past? Or was it others' and how? She looked at his wings, "And just for the record, if all these memories or things in my head are correct... I had wings before, according to the things they were torn off my back by the person who in the thing gave me the unhealing wound. I don't know what is true, I don't know who to hate I don't even know if I'll ever overcome this all I know is I have enough memories to fill three peoples' lives and I don't know if they are mine." She looked down a tear coming down her cheek, she fought the tears away.
She didn't know why her mind was this way, she thought him lucky to know what truly happened. She felt a sharp piercing pain in her shoulder again and the wound bled again. She fell to her knees on the ground. "Bloody wound!" She said under her breath, she could only keep it from bleeding so long, it seemed like the wound in her heart it reopened over and over again. She tried to calm herself, the blood eased slightly it was healing faster since so often it had to heal.
She looked down, "I'm sorry..." She said truly sorry for being a jerk to him, she couldn't tell him her past because she didn't know which one was her past. She thought she got beaten and was hated and then she thought she had wings that were literally ripped out of her back in a fight with a witch. But she couldn't remember what was real.
She didn't know why her mind was this way, she thought him lucky to know what truly happened. She felt a sharp piercing pain in her shoulder again and the wound bled again. She fell to her knees on the ground. "Bloody wound!" She said under her breath, she could only keep it from bleeding so long, it seemed like the wound in her heart it reopened over and over again. She tried to calm herself, the blood eased slightly it was healing faster since so often it had to heal.
She looked down, "I'm sorry..." She said truly sorry for being a jerk to him, she couldn't tell him her past because she didn't know which one was her past. She thought she got beaten and was hated and then she thought she had wings that were literally ripped out of her back in a fight with a witch. But she couldn't remember what was real.
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