Magical Departure

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE
"New Beginnings."

September 17th, 2023
4:58 PM
home; room

Icarus stared out the window for a few minutes. he was sat on a dark oak chair by the window, sitting on it backwards, letting his arms dangle off. he watched as two people passed by their house, walking what seemed to be a rottweiler puppy. oh what he would give to have a companion- a loyal, affectionate, and understanding friend. or maybe just a friend at all. his mother never allowed him to bring friends over. with the change of schools, his withdrawn personality, and his lack of verbal communication, he was avoided by his peers. a few of his classmates tried to make friends with him, but he brushed them off and basically ignored them, driving them off to tell the others how much of a "prick" he was. and now he was an outcast, on the first day. but maybe that doesn't really matter, as he was going to boarding school halfway across the fucking world anyway. he gave out a little sigh, and removed himself from the dark-wooded chair, slowly walking over to another door in the suffocatingly small room. his arms slightly swayed beside him, back slouched, making himself seem shorter than he really was. the door was painted the same as the rest of the room, a very calm sky blue. except, however, there was a setting of a sunset hand-painted on the door, the brilliant blue fading into a lime, then yellow, and finally a warm-orange colour with a slight tint of red. the clouds were an offwhite colour, using an actual white as a method of lighting. he was awfully proud of it, despite his mother saying it was the ugliest thing she had ever seen. she was probably just being hateful, but sometimes Icarus thought of painting over it because of his own insecurities. he turned the handle and the door swung open in one smooth motion. it was a bathroom connected to his room. the floor was black and tiled, not very different from the black hardwood of his own room. reluctantly walking in, he stood in front of the mirror, droopy eyes looking at his reflection in the mirror.

He hated it.

He hated everything about himself.

He hated his hair, which was straight and slightly messy, not going past chin level. it was a copper red, which really stood out from his ghost-white complexion.
His eyes, which were a deep chocolate brown, almond shaped with dark circles under his eyes.
his complexion, which he was often teased for, being called a "ghost" or "undead". he sure felt dead. his eyes bored into the mirror, half his upper lip turning up, letting out what seemed to be a snarl.

He hated this all.

He hated his lips, of which the skin was chapped, some of it torn from his habit of chewing and biting on it.
He hated the way his voice would heighten in pitch when he was flustered, or flabbergasted.
He hated the way his hips curved, the way he walked, the clear forcefulness of his smile.

He just wasn't… himself.
It took a while to notice the way his eyes widened as he stared back at himself, mouth slightly agape. tears leaked out of his eyes like the pouring rain, or rather a waterfall. even now, he was slow to react, wiping the tears from his eyes, sobbing even more into his sleeves. "Jesus… I-I'm so fucking pa… pathetic!" he whisper-yelled, trying his best to keep himself from spilling more tears. Icarus turned the cold water of the sink on, cupping his hands and splashing it over his face. "stop crying for one minute you god damn crybaby! you're being given a second chance, it's more than what you deserve." he told himself in a harsh growl, grabbing a towel from the towel rack and wiping the frigid water off, not giving a second glance at the mirror before he left back to the window.

he had to get out of here.

also because he has always wanted to be dramatic and do this.