Valda Pov
3 years earlier
I have started to drift into unconsciousness by the time I hear the thundering sound of worried footsteps, desperately trying to find me in the crumbled mess of fallen walls and caved-in ceilings.
The faint sounds of my name being loudly called from the distance gives me hope that I will be found. Mom? Dad? As I try to shift my body my mouth opens in a scream and blackness clouds the edges of my vision as pain renders me motionless.
Something is terribly wrong.
I move my head slightly to the left and right, as my heart drops into my stomach. My wings.. They are gone, ripped from me along with everything else around me. My chest starts to shake with my cries as I mourn the loss of my beautiful dark grey and white wings.
I feel the tears mixed with the dirt on my cheeks run down my face as I scream and cry at anything and everything.Why? Why me? Why now? As the tears start to slow and the numbness starts to settle in, the footsteps have finally reached me, unknown faces fill my clouded vision as I can slowly start to feel my broken body start to be uncovered of cracked cement blocks and thick ceiling beams of wood.
I know I am being spoken to, being asked if I am okay, but all I have the strength for is a small shake of the head. As I close my eyes and give into the darkness the last thing I hear is the desperate screaming of my name....then nothing.
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