InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel in Disguise ❯ Who I am ( Chapter 1 )

Many things happen to many people. Things that can change a persons' life for the better, or for the worse. It all depends on how you think about it though. My life is one heck of a story, a story where imagination and reality collide into something that only dreams are made out of. My name is Melena. I'm sixteen years old, 5'3 with long brown hair that reaches to the middle of my back, streaked with pale blonde, an almost silvery gold kind of color. Lots of people tend to think my hair has been dyed this color, and are shocked speechless when they find out that it's my natural color. That isn't the only thing different about me. My eyes tend to draw attention as well. Green, blue, gray, hazel, brown, violet. Those colors are ones people tend to see. Even though some of them are pretty rare. Mine though, are very strange. They're aqua in a way. They change from clear blue like water from a pool, deep and stormy like the depths of the sea, pale green with a hint of blue like the waters of paradise that are always warm, or icy like the north pole, hints of silver sparking like splintered steel when anger strikes me. They always change, always shift, some into colors that aren't even seen before. How can I explain it? I wish I could simply say that it's only the trick of the light, or special contacts lenses that I have purchased. These are simply a part of me. My lips are a soft pink, always rosy, a rich color. I've never found the need to wear lipsticks. Why when my lips are color enough? A little clear or glittery lip-gloss and my lips are ready to face the world. A lot of people tend to think I'm a little to pale, but there isn't much I could do about that. I've tried tanning creams, sitting out in the sun, even sitting in the tanning beds, struggling to get some kind of tan, and all I get is a little shade darker, yet still pale. Incase you wonder; no I don't have canine fangs, and I don't sleep in the days and come out at night. My goodness I'm no vampire! I honestly don't see me as anything special. I'm just different. Weird I suppose. I never got this way from my parents. As much as I know, my mother is small like me, with dark brown hair in tight curls, and gray/blue eyes. Nothing special or different. And my father with his dark blonde hair and brown eyes… nothing different there either. Nor do either of them have any birthmarks. I was once told my great-great-grandmother had a white streak through her hair as her birthmark once… but that was it. There is one thing though that I tend to keep hidden from others. Something strange, something I could never explain to anyone. As a child my parents had always made sure I had worn clothing that hid my back from others and my bare shoulders. When I finally became sixteen I was allowed to get a tank top, and had quite a few high school students (and teachers) exclaim over the marking on my shoulders, asking if I was actually allowed to get a tattoo. I've had to use that excuse now, which brought students to think that either my parents are the coolest or, from my teachers, that they were too lenient with me. I have to laugh when I hear that because my parents wouldn't even allow me to get a piercing on any part of my body other than my ears. You see, on my back is a marking. Well, not exactly like. The only way to put it is, wings. I have two wings on my back, as if tattooed into my skin. Nothing like cherubic wings, or wings like a birds, nor wings like a dragons. Feathered detailed, glittering when the light struck them, creamy white with shimmering blue and speckled in gold and silver. Strange and beautiful looking as if they're folded against my back, from the top of my shoulders, reaching down to my waist, the lower wing tips curling to meet in the middle of my back. I suppose you could say like an Angel. Or a goddess. Who knows what you could call it. My parents have never known how this happened. The doctors that were there during the delivery were stunned at seeing them. And the strangest thing is the wings grew, as I became older. As an infant, they were tiny, no bigger than a small butterflies wings. But with each year passing, they began to grow. I believe they've reached their largest size. Other than that, there is nothing more to say about myself other than the fact that I am a loner of sorts. I have no friends, considering everyone seems to think I am weird. I can't blame them really, but it does get lonely.

I'm told I'm not an ugly person. On the contrary, I've been told I'm quite lovely. But I don't believe it. All I see in the mirror when I look at it is a strange girl, nothing more. To odd for the world. I didn't feel like I belonged to this world. To this plane of existence. I always wonder if perhaps I was meant to be somewhere else…