She woke up, her hairy messy and her wings rustled like dead leaves in the sidewalk. She slowly got up from her thread bare blanket, and looked around only to remember everything. The blood on the road, pooling like a crimson red river, and the screams that still haunted her ears to this day. The crash, the fire, her parents and baby sister being ripped from the remains of the car and beaten to death in front of her own eyes. She could still feel the burn in her throat from screaming, and the weight in her arms from struggling to be freed and to possibly save what she had lost. But it was over, she was alone, and she had lost everything.... Except, her wings. She now lived everywhere, moving on day to day in hope of finding somewhere where she could start new.
