Eloi could feel the soft grass beneath the soles of her shoes, and kept her eyes down on the ground. She wasn’t going to look at anyone… Especially after her recent experience with the Mental Institute. They’d deemed it necessary for her yearly check up after sending her to Starlight Academy. It was official; they had deemed her legally insane. Would people stop talking to her now? Did she look different? Her fingers twirled around her striped scarf, trying to keep herself as invisible as possible.
Then, a terrifying thought came to her. Would Deacon stop talking to her? He said he’d be the one to always be there for her… But would he still feel that way after knowing she was insane? What would Abigail think? Eloi started to chew on her lip, worrying herself to death about what others would think of her. Why did they even send her back to this stupid school when she could kill people? Maybe they seemed to think that this was a school for loonies, rather than people with powers.
She’d have to find Abigail as soon as possible. Hopefully before she ran into Deacon. A small book was clutched in Eloi’s other hand, a journal that the institute had said she had to keep. No exceptions, she had to write everything in it. She’d already written her feelings about Deacon in it… And how much she wanted to love him, but was afraid of hurting him. The institution had characterized that as a conflicted desire. No kidding. Sometimes Eloi felt like she could diagnose herself, rather than going to them for things… Maybe that’s what she would do when she got older… She’d be a counselor.
Then, a terrifying thought came to her. Would Deacon stop talking to her? He said he’d be the one to always be there for her… But would he still feel that way after knowing she was insane? What would Abigail think? Eloi started to chew on her lip, worrying herself to death about what others would think of her. Why did they even send her back to this stupid school when she could kill people? Maybe they seemed to think that this was a school for loonies, rather than people with powers.
She’d have to find Abigail as soon as possible. Hopefully before she ran into Deacon. A small book was clutched in Eloi’s other hand, a journal that the institute had said she had to keep. No exceptions, she had to write everything in it. She’d already written her feelings about Deacon in it… And how much she wanted to love him, but was afraid of hurting him. The institution had characterized that as a conflicted desire. No kidding. Sometimes Eloi felt like she could diagnose herself, rather than going to them for things… Maybe that’s what she would do when she got older… She’d be a counselor.