Butterflies

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖 // 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕟 𝔹𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕪

3rd person POV

Sawyer Lynn Bailey was always an outsider. Being from California, there was always a strict set of guidelines to fit in. Sawyer never met those guidelines. She was always different from everyone else. Her grandma used to tell her "your difference is what makes you special". What a load of bullshit. She used to have friends, but they all drifted away through time as she slowly felt like she was losing her mind.

By the time she was 16, she was alone and stuck in her dark and deep mind. Life became a burden she cared with her everywhere. The death of her parents weighed on her, almost crushing the life from her tired body. They had died when she was six, and her grandma told her it was suicide, which she learned very quickly on what it was.

A month ago, her grandma was diagnosed with Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer and decided against treatment. So now Sawyer was packing to move to a new town, and a new country. In Cairnholm, Wales, where there was a children's home. The very same one her grandma grew up in, the very same children's home she's heard about her whole life. If you asked her if she was scared, she would answer with, "A bit, but it's a new experience!" but in reality she was terrified. It was a whole new world, new people to judge her, and another chance to let people down.
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The next morning, all packed and ready to go, she stood in the airport with her sick grandma, bag in hand as the other one was being transported to the bottom of the plane.

"Look, Wilk*, everything will be fine. Miss Peregrine will take good care of you. You'll make new friends I promise," her grandmother tried to reassure her by placing a hand on Sawyer's shoulder. Sawyer looked off in the distance, not wanting her grandma to see the salty tears stinging her eyes ready to fall.

*Wilk is little wolf in Polish, kinda like how Tygrysku is Polish for little tiger

"You say that as if I had any here," Sawyer jokes, but doesn't let on how much that hurt, "But I don't want to leave you." Now she had shifted her gaze to her grandma, who had raised her, and who she loved so dearly. She knew what was coming and didn't know how to cope with the dread that followed the idea.

"I know, wilk, but you need someone to take care of you, someone like Miss Peregrine, you deserve a happy life, but thank you for the concern," her grandma responded as she took Sawyer's face in her hands.

"But how is Miss Peregrine still alive? She took care of you, how could she take care of me?" Sawyer questioned her grandma. If an adult lived in the 40's she sure as hell couldn't be living now.

"All will make sense when you get there, wilk, but for now, get on that plane and don't look back," her grandma said as she hugged her granddaughter for the last time. Both of them crying, Sawyer nodded and pulled back. She got one last good look at her grandmother's face as she walked over to the boarding gate. She turned around one last time before walking into the plane.
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11 and a half hours later, the plane landed in Wales, from where Sawyer would take a boat to the small island on the coast. She dreaded every bit of this experience and just wished she could go back to her old house on the beach. It was cold here in Wales, whereas in California it was sunny and warm. She may have hated life but at least there the weather was nice. Here everything sucked, she couldn't understand half the things people were saying.

She eventually found her way to the docks where she would board the boat to sail away to her new home. Yay.

Life was hard enough for Sawyer, without having to start over. Making friends would be impossible, living up to people's expectations would never happen. Why did this have to happen to her? Again. Why would the world just keep throwing her curve balls, as if she could handle the one's already thrown. Life never gave her a break. It felt like she was drowning in her own stress and despair.