Small Stories For Lost In Translation

wings of glory

!!Warnings!!
-blood
-gore
-suicidal main character
-vivid descriptions of injury and blood

[not beta read]

wings are beautiful.

everyone is born with their own special wings.

those born with wings are called "elites". the name is prestigious, but wings are quite common.

those born without wings aren't even addressed. they simply aren't worth the time.

daehyun, a 24 year old barely able to get by, is one of the tragic cases. he was born with nothing. no parents to raise him, no money, no family, and the worst of al, no wings.

he was a disgrace to the world. a disgrace that couldn't hold a good job, or keep himself fed.

his days functioned like clockwork. wake up, quickly get ready, go to his job, walk home, sleep. it was like hitting repeat every time he finished a day. one day, though, he decided to take a longer walk home. maybe he wouldn't even go home.

there he sat. on the railing of a not-so-busy bridge.

he couldn't breathe easy. each breath coming in roughly, and exhaling too quickly. his hands were shaking, clutching the metal rail under him. his feet were clinging to the small ledge that jutted out.

his nervous eyes raced around, trying to find someone. anyone. he just needed a reason not to do this. and he found it.

a pretty boy with fire engine red hair was trotting down the sidewalk, humming a soft song. his overly large crimson wings were folded loosely against his back.

daehyun felt a stab run through his heart, and all the way down his spine. it wasn't a feeling of jealousy or hatred, he realized. it was a burning pain.

without realizing, he had lurched forward, hands slipping. his feet lost grip, but he didn't fall.

the collar of his t-shirt choked him slightly as someone harshly rigged on it.

an arm hastily wrapped around his chest and tugged him back, crashing on the the rough pavement.

the pain in his hands from the scrapes didn't hurt nearly ass bad as the unbearable pain in his spine.

daehyun was barely able to glance up to see the red head from earlier, panting, wide eyes scanning daehyun worriedly.

the red head seemed to recognize what was happening, and began speaking, but daehyun couldn't hear him. the next thing he knew he was being gently, yet roughly, carried.

daehyun was blacking in and out of conscious due to the freakish pain shooting up and down his back.

after blacking out for five minutes straight daehyun awoke, still in the boys arms. he was able to peer up at the building they were entering.

'the elite wing of a hospital?'

the red head rushed up to the check-in desk and quickly explained something that dae couldn't comprehend.

after that, he blacked out, coming back when being laid face first into a bed, which smelled disgustingly of the hospital. daehyun couldn't summon anymore energy to look around at his surroundings.

every small movement made him shove his head into his pillow, trying to distract himself.

he could hear multiple people shuffling around, and someone picked up his right arm. a sharp pinch came from the crook of his elbow, but it couldn't be as bad as any of his other pain. the person shifted and sat his arm back down. daehyun could feel the thing in his arm, and assumed it was an iv.