Home
When she was a little girl she found a home. After running for so long, never finding anywhere to stay for more than a night, constantly fearing persecution. She found one with a British boy who never knew what it was to fear his own skin. To be turned away as a freak of nature.
Now that she has the time to really think about it he must have known a little all along. Yes, it was easier for him to hide when he didn't have blue scales. But he hid too. She told him to stay out of her head, never fully trusting him. And he told her to stay blonde, never fully accepting her. What great siblings they were.
She should have waited before leaving. She should have made certain he was safe, and healing. It was the least she could do, payback for all the hot meals and warm beds she had because of him. Even if she didn't think of him as a brother, even if she didn't love him, it was the least she could do.
That turned out to be too much in the end. Instead of staying she turned and ran. Away from the brother who never believed she was good enough. Away from the would-be-lover who couldn't love her blue scales. Away from all the people who tried to cover her up and tuck her away.
She hoped her parting words had some impact on him. She hoped he would learn to love himself exactly as he was. Just like she was learning to.
But still the cause she was fighting for wasn't entirely her own. They insisted the world would always hate and fear them, that she would never be accepted. Wasn't that what her brother preached? Wasn't that the same idea that she wasn't good enough? What the hell would he know about hiding? Couldn't he walk into the grocery store unnoticed just like all the humans he hates so much?
Still, the idea of a world where she could freely walk about in her own skin was incredible. A world where she wouldn't have to fear persecution for her appearance. Maybe once the world was a little better she could go home. Maybe her family would be more accepting, and they would have a second chance at being happy together.
A lovely idea, but things are never quite right the second time around. Like trying to recreate a freak accident that led to something amazing. When she was a little girl she found a home. Where for a while she felt accepted and beautiful. But of course things soured over time, and now she was on her own again.
One day, though, she would go back. Even after all that happened there's no place like home.