Wings

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On Tuesdays, they allow "visitors". Except they're on a video screen thousands of miles away. I've never gotten a "visitor", and I'm actually happy about it. I wouldn't know if I'd want to see my friends or family after 9 years.

After lunch I head to the dormitory, passing the door with the boy sign and walking into the one with the girl. I head to room 267, but when I get to the door I notice something is not right. I tiptoe into my small, metal room. I see Mr. Sams.

He sees me and smiles.

" Oh, there you are," he says.

"Where could I have gone?" I reply sarcastically.

"Don't be a smart-ass. I just came to remind you that Mouvingis tomorrow"

Oh crap, I forgot.

Mouvingis a ceremony they have for when you turn 17. In Richingtonfields Government Facility they think 17 is a special age. It supposedly is the age that your body is fully matured to move on to the next part of their experiments. During the Ceremony, each girl and each boy are given a pair. Richingtonfields workers make it seem like something that everyone should look forward to.

And everyone does look forward to Mouving. I don't.

Mr. Sams continues," I came to give you your luggage to pack up all your things. It looks like you haven't even started."

I hadn't. I honestly didn't even want to.

As he walks towards the door, he adds," And put your wings away for the ceremony why don't you?"

He walks out my room and forgets to shut the door.

"God dammit", I mutter under my breath as I head to close the door myself.

***

I was halfway done with my packing when I figured I should put my wings away. I didn't feel like going through the pain.

I sat down by the toilet, and grabbed a spare pajama shirt in my laundry hamper. I shoved it in my mouth so that I had something to bite on. I breathed in slowly. My body began to violently shake as I felt the tip of my wing on the right side start to slide in. I groan as the left wing fully inserted into my body leaving a giant gash looking scar that would heal soon. 10 minutes later, with blood on my hands and both of my wings fully in and the pain down to a dull throb, I could breath normally. My heart was still pounding, so I took a shower to get the blood off.

***

I got all of my things packed by 10:30 that night, and by that time my mind was racing. I grabbed my guitar and tried to play a couple songs i've written. I can only think about one thing; something that has been haunting me forever. I hadn't been able to get it off my mind since I'd even been able to speak. Or think.

Is there someone else like me?