Remember

Prologue:

   (Notice: The redo of this book will contain a lot more sexual and possibly triggering scenes. I will not be giving warning to either of these, as almost every chapter will contain one or the other. If you don't feel comfortable with either of these things... then leave.)

   (Chapter every Friday! (Hopefully))

   Prologue:

   The boy below me is alone. He's small, and scrawny, and as my tail swishes above me, I grin, and grip the branch I'm standing on harder.

   "Are you ready?" I whisper. No... "We're going to show dad just how strong we are! He'll be proud. Don't you want that?" I glance over my shoulder, eyes wide as I stare at the tree trunk besides me, my grin still apparent. "Exactly."

   Jumping from the branch and plummeting towards the ground, I outstretch a hand and suddenly I'm slamming into everything. The ground is all that I can see, and taste. No, that's blood... Groaning lightly as the red substance trickles from the corner of my lips, I slowly sit up, bringing a hand to my head as I spit the rest of the blood out of my mouth.

   "Are you alright...?" Sharply looking to the small boy, I snarl; baring my teeth as I slowly inch towards him, tail high in the air and my wings outstretched, though small. My four feet... or... two hands and two feet, upon the ground, I eye him, but I don't see a weapon. "Um, c-can I... help... you?" The boy steps away, scared. You don't have to-.

   Rushing towards the scrawny kid, he screams, trying to run off, but it doesn't take long for me to jump in his way, and force him in a different direction, laughing as I continue our little game. When he trips I skid to a stop, and dig my small, small claws into the ground, allowing myself to hover over him as he curls up in a ball, crying and shaking. Good. You don't have to-.

   The smaller boy looks to me, his golden irises glossy, yet strangely intriguing. And from nowhere I'm hit with a knife.

   As I stumble away, quickly shielding myself as I curl up on the ground, I press a hand to the stinging cut on my left cheek, tears tracing my cheeks as I sit up again. I bring my hand away from my face, watching it begin to shake as I spot the blood. Get over it, its blood.

   "A-Are you-?" I quickly look to the little boy, hurrying away as I trip myself up and once more go tumbling to the ground, my own two feet a tangled mess with my tail, and my balance nowhere to be found. I begin to cry, using my wings to pathetically try and shield myself. A hand is placed to the scaly side of one of them, causing me to flinch. "A-Are you o-okay?" The boy pulls one of my wings aside despite my effort to keep it in place, a concerned look on his face. I can't help but stare at his golden eyes, so intriguing, so much depth... so beautiful.

   "P-Please..." I start, choking back tears. "Please l-leave me alone!" I whisper, jerking my wing out of his hand and tightly wrapping myself back up with the appendage. I can feel the boy begin to grab at my wings again, crying harder as he does so. "Please don't hurt me!" I yell in a whispery voice, as I can't muster anymore than that.

   "I won't hurt you." He assures, pulling my wings aside and blinking those big, golden eyes at me. "I just want to help you." I stare at the boy in silence. As I stare at him now, I realize he isn't just a boy, but someone older than I am, if only by a year or two. And...

   "W-... Why are y-you so nice t-to me?" I whisper. He'll kill you. The boy smiled lightly.

   "Because you seem like you need a friend." The boy mumbled. "And a doctor, for your mental issues, but I can't help you there." He chuckled lightly, but I just stared at him, a horrified look growing the more I repeat his words in my mind. Mental, ha! I'll show him mental-.

   "I-... I'm not mental..." I whisper, beginning to crawl away from him as a confused look covers his face. He follows.

   "But you attacked me, and for no reason. I didn't mean to upset you, I just..." He stopped talking as my back bumped into a tree, causing me to flinch, and freeze. "I'm sorry." He mumbles, stopping in front of me. "It wasn't nice of me to say that. I-I didn't mean it." The boy gives me another smile. "I-I'm Sky, b-but you can call me Adam."