Hair as clear as icicles, skin as smooth as water, eyes as pure and sparkling as the stars. Normal people hardly ever see me, I’m only noticed by people like me, or by people who look carefully and try to see me. I have had millions of people bump into me and say sorry but then call me a freak when they see what I am. All you can see of me is defined lines and the outline of my body. You would see my cloths if my kind was able to get a job and afford cloths.
Luckily I found someone who can see me, understand me, and wants to be seen as badly as I do. His name is Blake. He’s just like me, an un-known.
Our kind was dying off fast.
We got worried. We traveled for so long to find someone who would accept us, to help us, to love us. But we had no such luck.
We heard of a gem that could turn us normal. It could add colour to our skin, allow us to see the world as others do, to feel heat, and to do so much more than we ever could.
I fallow Blake down a dark hall; his clear skin practically glows, his hair shimmers even without the light having to hit it, and his love lingers within my body.
I glance down at my swollen stomach and see the outline of our child; it’s a boy.
We reach the end of the hall, and Blake stops and looks at me, “are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, fear fills his face.
I nod, “It’s what’s best for the baby... And us.”
He nods, then looks back at the door and turns the knob slowly. The door creaks open, and we slowly walk in.
A green diamond shaped gem rests on a mantle in the center or the dark large room, “I-is that it?” I stutter.
“I think so...” Blake looks at me and gestures towards the gem, “after you,” he whispers.
I nod then slowly walk up to the mantle. I place a hand on my stomach and pick up the gem with my other. The gem is about the size of my hand, “its worm…” I whisper to myself. I embrace it, consuming the feeling of heat.
I watch as green melts off the gem and into my skin. My body glows more than it has ever before. My short shaggy hair lifts from my shoulders and turns a greenish colour. My entire body glows a bright lime green then fades to a pain peach.
I look at my reflection in the mirror at see a pair of bright green eyes looking back at me. Freckles cover the face, messy short brown hair spikes out in every direction. I smile softly, even though I don’t recognize this face or body, I’m happy I can be normal.
I glance down at my stomach to see how my son looks, but I don’t see him, all I see is peach skin. I panic, “he’s gone!”
Blake chuckles, “he’s not gone Adithi, normal people can’t see the baby when it’s in there stomach.”
I sigh with relief, the look up at Blake and gasp. I now see him the way they see us. He looks disgusting; white slime skin, dead white eyes, and hair like killer waves.
I quickly look at the gem and relies it is nothing but a clear diamond now, “oh no,” I whisper.
He tilts his head, “what’s wrong?” he asks taking a step forward.
“Your-your…” I could speak, I couldn’t even look at him, I kept my eyes glued to the gem.
“I’m what?” his voice grew harsh, “I’m ugly, right? Is that what you were thinking?”
Tears fill my eyes, “no,” I force the word out and look at him, “I love you!” I cry.
He smiles, “I love you too,” he pulls me into a hug. He feels cold and slimy, “I don’t want to be like everyone else, I never did, I’m just happy being with you,” he whispers. Tears roll down my cheeks as I hold the gem more firmly. I feel the warmth rush out of my body, the colour run out of my hair, and the green in my eyes fade away. I look back up at Blake and see his clear hair, smooth skin, and pure eyes.
His eyes widen, “but… Why?”
I smile, “I’m only normal when I’m with you.”
He smiles back at me, and then kisses my cheek.
I look down at my stomach and am thrilled to see my son, “plus, I wouldn’t be able to go four more months unable to see my baby,” I admit.
He chuckles and hugs me, “me neither.”
We walk out of the room and down the hall, every few steps I look over at Blake and wonder if he would have given up on being normal and stayed with me too. Heat filled my chest, and I know he would, no matter how ugly I am.