Freedom is Flight

Prologue

 I started growing my wings when I was 11y old. That was when it happened. I woke up panting. The same dream kept on tormenting me. A dream where I was chained down my feet and hands unable to move and seeing the sky. The blue beautiful sky with some white fluffy clouds for some reason I wanted to get to the sky, but I couldn't I was chained unable to go to the pretty sky. I woke up panting. I tiredly climbed out of bed still dark and walked into the bathroom groaning. I looked into the mirror. I saw my messy long hair, the color of snow. I looked into my bright red eyes. I remembered people freaked out that I even have red eyes. The eye color was unnatural unreal and yet it is. I gave a big stretch and yawned splashed water onto my face and finally saw something in the mirror. That something was wings a pair of white wings the light reflecting off them shot every were making a bright skeptical of colors blue, green and purple. My eyes widened. I turned around me, the wings were attached to me. I felt my back there were bumps on them and I felt something soft it felt like feathers. My PJs were sadly ripped. I put two and two together. I have wings. They are attached to me. They are real. I stand their unsure what to say surprised, shock, scared? All I felt was a weird sensation to tear my new profound wings apart. I now have 1 more thing to worry about, an increase of anxiety and fear, that's what I felt.

(2 years passed)