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Chapter 2
I sat there on the ground, like stone statue. Even though I stared at the ground I could see the girl slowly get up. She was curious and must have thought, from falling all the way up there, that I was an angel. She took small steps up to me and circled me once. “Can I…touch them?” She asked. I did not answer so she took what felt like 2 fingers and slid them up from my fingers on my back to the top of the angel wing. Even when my hands were not there I could feel her soft touch on the top of…my wing. They were apart of me now, my nerves had been wired delicately into the wings. We have all probably tried on those fake fairy wings once upon a time, but these I knew were 100% real. White feathers, stained with the dark red of blood, it maid me sick.
The girl circled me again; she stood back and walked away. I sat alone in what looked to be at the edge of a wide clearing and a forest. The girl then came back with a bucket and a rag. She dipped the rag into the water and brought it to my right wing. I could feel her place the rag on a blood stain and, it was creepy, but I could feel that it was warm water. What the hell is wrong with me? A dream? No, the pain is too real. I ran through the past few days in my head thinking about what led to this. Nothing, no one would believe me, kidnapped, given angel wings. No it all sounded too stupid to be true, this must be a weird type of hell.
After she was done working on my wings, she asked me if I could stand up. I looked at her like she was crazy, “Are you insane?!” I asked. “I don’t know where I am, I don’t know how long I have been here, I don’t know why I, of all people, have angel wings, and I don’t know who you are and…and…and Oh god.” I started to cry. Me cry? I didn’t even cry when all of my friends were dead from my school being burnt to the ground. I was freaking out, but somehow the girl stayed perfectly calm, like this had happened to her before. I felt like I had to run, get away from wherever I was. I tried to stand up but my legs were weak like I hadn’t stood up in 2 weeks. I tried to crawl over to the tree where the girl had been and pull myself up. The girl was smaller then me, but she looked older. I was dizzy, I couldn’t think straight. I took a few steps and collapsed onto my hands and knees. I was completely out of breath. My head felt like a balloon and I wanted to just pass out. I tried to lie on my back and stare at the sky but before I was a foot away from the ground I realized I couldn’t do that for fear of hearting my wings. Crap I thought there is no way out!
I sat on my knees again and tried to breath. The girl suddenly appeared on my left and she caught me as I fell sideways into her lap. I could feel her silk dress against my cheek. Warm, soft, smelled of one of those old books you find in an antique store. I took in a deep breath and sighed.
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I awoke in a small bed. “Thank God!” I thought. A dream, a really bad dream. That little girl didn’t exist, the forest and the clearing, just a dream. I began to roll onto my back to look at the ceiling when a shooting pain went flying up from my shoulder to the tip of………a wing. I rolled back onto my side. Then I saw the girl in a chair in one corner. She had been watching me. She looked worried and looked as if she had been crying. I sat up. My shoulders were still in pain but I could actually feel my legs.
I swung them over the edge of the bed and felt my wings scrape against the back wall like a duster. “Oh your awake.” The girl whispered. “Yeah.” I said, I felt like throwing up, and my head was pounding. I glanced around the room. It had 2 beds, a bathroom and a small kitchen area. “Where am I?” I asked. The girl didn’t answer she seemed to be sharing the same feeling as me. “Are you ok?” she asked. “I am a little freaked out but yes.” I answered. Because I was no longer hallucinating I began to recognize her face. “You’re that girl, Kendra; you went missing 2 years ago!” I had seen her face on the milk cartons at school; her dad was some famous guy that paid the company to put her picture on the cartons until she was found. “Yes, so?” She said. I began to puzzle over the fact that she looked the exact same as she did on the milk carton but yet she had been missing for 2 whole years. “Why haven’t you gone back? I mean you look fine, you look as if, you ran away.” I said it loud then got quiet because she shot me a look like she was really mad. “Do you think I had a choice weather or not to go back?! Do you think I would run away from a dream life?! I would give anything to go back and see my parents again!” She was mad she began to cry as well. “I’m sorry but why can’t you go back?”
“If I went back I could get hurt, just like you, think about it. If you went back with angel wings on your back and people saw? They would kill for those wings!”
“I know!” I yelled, but then it made sense. She then stood up and left the house. As she ran into the clearing a pair of wings, almost exactly like mine, unfolded from her back and she took off into the sky.
 Raining Angels · Sun May 27, 2007 @ 10:10pm · 0 Comments |
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