The Phoenix and The Cage

The Phoenix and The Cage

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Lea is a girl who has been bullied for her entire life just because of her appearance. because of this, her self esteem is at an all time low. It takes a mentally scaring event to get her to finally see herself in a different light. maybe even a different man. oh, did i mention she's a phoenix? XD

Summary

Lea is a girl who has been bullied for her entire life just because of her appearance. because of this, her self esteem is at an all time low. It takes a mentally scaring event to get her to finally see herself in a different light. maybe even a different man. oh, did i mention she's a phoenix? XD

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Phoenix and The Cage

Author Chapter Note

Lea is a girl who has been bullied for her entire life just because of her appearance. because of this, her self esteem is at an all time low. It takes a mentally scaring event to get her to finally see herself in a different light. maybe even a different man. oh, did i mention she's a phoenix? XD

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 02, 2012

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My eyes fluttered open to the dim light shining through my makeshift shades. my mother hadn’t woken me up before dawn...that was strange. A feeling of dread overcame me as I got up and looked in the mirror, expecting the usual tangled mess to be matted all over my scalp. I was not disappointed. Rather than looking away, I continued to stare at the strange figure in front of me.  I had no friends in my highschool and it was my appearance that was the cause.  Right from the beginning, in kindergarten, the other children started calling me the “Ice hag” and would play games like trying to get as close to me as possible without touching me.  With the exception of my mother, I had never been touched.  The cause was because of something that I couldn’t help. My eyes were a chilling blue that made fully grown men hesitate from looking me in the eyes.  In order to avoid further teasing, I tried to hide my eyes behind a thick layer of my black hair but that just encouraged the children further. The “Ice Hag” had simply became more of a hag. Rather than morphing myself to their whims, I kept my hair long. it gave me security, a feeling that I was safe.  No one bothered looking past my hair and I was ok with that.  

I sighed as I sat at the foot of my bed grabbing for my brush to tame the jungle on my head.  I closed my eyes, feeling a sudden compulsion to slow down my thought process and re-think what I was doing. Ah yes, thats right, I had risen early in order to find my mother. Finished brushing my hair into place, I set off out of my room and down the stairs, searching for my apparently skittish mother.

“Mom!” I called, “I’m going to school!.” Not bothering to listen for a response I ran back in my room to get dressed.  I decided on a green and black plaid skirt with black fishnet tights and a “The Arrogant sons of bitches broke up, again” Band T-shirt. Not bothering to check myself again in the mirror, I ran out of my room and grabs my bag, making a break for my car.  

As I drove into the Junior parking lot, I realized I was late, apparently I had depended on my mother’s customary before dawn wake up calls too much. Where was she anyway?

“AHHHH!!” I was ripped out of my thoughts at the sound of a very loud and very obnoxious scream.

“The Ice Hag parked in my space!!! I’ve been cursed!!.” Looking around, I saw the source of the screeching was none other than Jennifer Lezot, one of the many girls who kept “The Ice Hag” going strong all these years. Of course, in my haste to get to school I had forgotten all about one of their many superstitions about me and just parked in the nearest parking spot. Deciding to leave the girl to her tantrum.  I continued to walk through the halls, managing to get to my class without looking up once, that was a personal record.

“Hey Ice hag!” I heard the familiar whiny voice call out to me right before I entered the room. Crap, guess I’ll have to look any way, so much for my record.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” Now frustrated at the girl who was disturbing my thoughts, I looked up, a glare on my face.

“You..” She stopped short, her face showing that she lost her train of thought. Of course, she was looking straight at my, my goddamn eyes had already intimidated her, warned her to stay away, i’m sure that my stare was quite the sight to behold. (pun not intended.)

“You better lift that damn cures you put on me or I’ll make your life a living hell.” She picked up, somehow remembering what she had come to me to say when she looked away from my face. Was I truly that ugly? did people find me so revolting that the only thing you could think of while looking at me was how incredibly hideous my face was? Ah well, who cares.

“Sorry, I was late to class.” Was all I got out,.

“Gahh!!!” she shrieked, making me cringe and step back.

“I swear to god! move your damn car Ice Hag or I’ll make you wish you were dead!”

“I already do.” I whisper, not realising what I  had said until the words had already escaped my lips.  A fire had sparked inside of me and I felt no need to contain it.

“What was that?” Jennifer said, no doubt wanting to hear what the wuite Ice Hag had said to her.

“I said......”

“Yes?” She interrupted me, I clenched my fists and locked my jaw, I had already started looking at the floor again but right now I wanted to look that bitch straight in the eyes.  The fire was now flourishing inside me, whispering to me, telling me to let go, and do what I had wanted to do since my life began. I ignored the voices mostly, still keeping myself under grips until I slipped just a little closer to breaking.

“I SAID that I ALREADY DO!” My head snapped up, causing my hair to fly out of my face. The entire hallway silenced, leaving the only sound echoing through the halls being my hard breathing.

“Wh-whatever.” Jennifer said, walking away, flipping her hair as she turned on her hair.

“Did you see that face?” she whispered to her friends.  I just slipped into my classroom, not caring to listen to the rest of her conversation.  That strange fiery rage that had blazed inside of me was now nearly gone but I was shaking and I definitely felt like I had a fever.  Deciding that there was nothing in class that I couldn’t make up, I went down to the nurse who promptly let me leave.  I looked pale all the time anyway, she could never tell if I actually looked sick or not. Once in my car, I decided to ring my mother to tell her I was going home, she always had her cell on because she was a physiatrist and if a patient had a breakdown, she had to be reachable.  Incredibly, the phone rang several times before going over to the voicemail.

“Dr. Rosewell’s phone, please leave a message, I’m always here for you.” her shrill voice rang out. Now this was weird, very weird. In my 17 years of life I never actually heard my mother's voicemail. Pressing on the gas, I hurried home.


“Mom?” I practically yelled when I entered the house. The hose seemed the same as it was this morning but there was something I has missed in my haste in leaving for school.  My mother’s office door was unlocked and slightly open. I had seen enough horror movies to know that what I was going was stupid but what was I supposed to do? call the police?

Um hello police, my mother didn’t wake me up this morning and now her office door is open, can you please come over here? I think not. My damn hair was getting in the way so I pulled it up with my only and rarely used hair tie.

“That’s better” I whisper to myself before opening the door to my mother's office very slowly.

“Mom? you forgot to close the door!” I yelled, unsurprisingly there was no answer. Maybe it was this apparent fever that I had but I was incredibly paranoid about walking into my mother’s usually off-limits office.  The room was small, the only light was coming out of one window to my right. The only furniture was a large cedar desy with an equally large leather chair. A laptop was open, dimly lighting the chair behind it.  Sitting in the chair, I looked at the laptop, it was very strange that she left it  here, was she playing some sort of sick game? she must be home, the computer hadn’t even gone into sleep mode yet.  

“Mom, don’t you think I’m a bit too old for hide and seak?” There it was a gain, that hot feeling, was my fever getting worse? Deciding that she’ll want her laptop back, I grab the laptop but before closing it I glanced at the screan.

 



Jan/4/1999


Subject shows no sign of abnormality other than eyes pigment, growing in fit

state.  Shows no extraordinary qualities fit wise or intelligence wise.  




Wait, what? is this some kind of journal my mother kept about her patients?  I continued to scroll down, looking at a further date.



Nov/18/2006


Subject shows no sign of abnormality other than eyes pigment, growing in fit state. Shows no extraordinary qualities fit wise or intelligence wise.




That was just repeat of the other like million ones I had read. I continued scrolling down until I finally found one that is different.

 


Aug/5/2009



Subject shows no sign of abnormality other than eyes pigment, growing in fit state. Shows no extraordinary qualities fit wise or intelligence wise......She’s grown up to be such a pretty girl. I don’t know why she hides such a pretty face behind her hair. She’s gotten too thin too, I am worried that she isn’t eating properly at school though I watch her diet closely when she’s home. I think I love this little girl that I've known for so long. I’m worried that when the time finally comes, I’ll never see her again. What sort of mother am I? I cannot even look my own daughter in the eyes...what am I talking about, I’ll never be her mother......



The letters started to blur and I realized that I was crying. What sort of sick joke was this? my mother wasn’t my mother? I was so confused. What was going on? My breath was now quick and painful. The burning was awful, was I going to faint? I was feeling overwhelmed. My senses seemed to be heightened ten fold.  A crashing sound made me jump and whip my head around to see the closet door open. Was it always like that?  I stepped inside, not able to see anything but a streak of light coming from the office. I felt around for the switch.  I had the dreading feeling that I was not alone in this house and it wasn’t someone friendly. finally I felt the cold switch  underneath my fingers and switched it on.  Light quickly flooded the room, forcing me to close my eyes.  Slowly, I got used to the sudden change and squinted my eyes open.

“Mother?” I saw her figure standing across opening my eyes fulling I see she is collapsed on a pile of cardboard boxes.

“Mother!” running towards her, I cup her face with my hands, tears falling on her pale face.  I see the bullet hole now, on the right side of her chest. She’s so cold......oh my god.

“MOTHER!” I cry out, tears falling down my red face with no sign of stopping. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor, gripping her leg.

“Come here little bird.” said a voice way too close to my ear. I jump, surprised at the sudden awareness of not being alone.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” I scream, blindly lashing with my legs to protect my now dead mother. How long had she been dead? was she dead before I had woken up this morning?  I felt two grubby hands on be, pulling at me with great force but I no longer cares. The fire inside of me was blazing, scourging my insides, I had no idea how I was still alive.

“Ow! she’s already so hot!” yelled a man. I looked around, rage finding me as I look into the eyes of the one who must have killed my mother.

“I want your blood.” I whisper, not knowing how such horrific words escaped my lips. The fire was whispering things to me again. It was telling me to let go again and this time, I did as I was told.  I let go, allowed myself to fall into the abyss.  All at once, a flurry of blue flames engulfed me, at first, I panicked, expecting excruciating pain but the flames seemed to wrap around and protect me. Then, I felt pain. My back was feeling like someone had stabbed it twice.  Loking behind me, I saw to blue feathered wings protruding from my back.  I was too overwhelmed. I started to run, attempting to put out the flames. I noticed when I knocked into a bookcase in the hallway that the fames were indeed catching other things on fire however not me. Was I hallucinating? had I fainted in school after all? Seeing as that was the most ideal way to explain what was happening to me, I went with that.  When I finally found my back door I increased my speed, ignoring anything that was happening around me.  When I ran off my back porch, I tripped and fell into the cool grass. My last coherent thought before I blacked out were two very foreign and different hands picking me up.


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