Born to Die BOOK 1-Wingless-

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Hunted's POV

I woke up covered in blood and aching from pain. I sat up and looked around. I was in my bed, and around me, there was chaos. The room was a mess, with blood stains everywhere and a knife on the floor.

I tried to move to pick it up, but my wound reopened, and blood trickled to block my vision. I yelped at the sudden spark of pain and fell back onto my bed.

At the sound, my Mother stalked into my room, narrowing her eyes at me. "Hunted. Clean your face and pack up. I want you out of this house as soon as possible." She growled, and I heard her fly downstairs.

I sighed and wiped the blood out of my eyes before hesitantly limping to the bathroom. As I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.

A long scar traced around my yellow eye and over my snout, ending just before my purple eye. I shivered just looking at myself, but remembering my mother's words, I turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto my face.

"FUCK!" I yelled as the sting of pain was back. Immediately, I brought my hand to my mouth, covering it. "Oh no..." I whispered, and I heard Father storming towards me.

"No cursing in this house, bitch!" My father yelled at me, and he slammed my head against the wall. "Don't make me get a knife," he growled, and I trembled, my eyes widening.

"N...no, I i...im sorry F...Father!" I yelped, and he released me.

"Go to your room, no breakfast. Pack," he told me and left the bathroom.

I clenched my teeth and splashed more water on my face, rubbing slightly to get all the blood off. 'They cut you. They hate you. They want you gone from tehir lives. Maybe you are just that bad.' The voice was back, stronger than ever.

I ignored the voice and limped out of the bathroom and towards my room, where I started gathering my necklaces and rings. I only bought two necklaces and three rings with my own money. Mother and  Father never bought me anything.

'They hate you. They want you Hunted down and Born to Die. They hate you. They hate you.' I sunk to the floor, covering my ears and trying to block out the voices, but they didn't stop. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. They hate you. DIE!'I gasped at the last one, and my eyes shifted to the knife that was still on the floor. I wasn't afraid, I wasn't nervous. I was numb.

I grabbed the knife and slowly touched it on my arm, cutting into the soft scales. It stung like all hell, but it blocked the voices out. I finished the line and watched as a scarlet drop of blood fell to the floor, soaking into the wooden floorboards.

I pushed the knife into my arm again and again, and long streaks of blood were left. The pain blocked everything from my mind, and I was almost at the end of my arm with lines when I heard the floorboards creak.

Quickly, I stuffed the knife into my backpack, which had my jewelry and everything else in it. I Hid my bloody arm behind my back as my father stepped into my room.

"You all packed?" he asked, and I nodded. "Good, follow me downstairs; a carriage is waiting," he told me, and without looking behind him, he walked out of the room.

I had no choice but to follow. I had nothing here except...Emerald Song, my only friend ever. She was probably only nice to me because our parents knew each other.

I had told her we could hang out today, and at that moment, I heard a knock on the house's front door. My Father motioned for me to open the door, and Emerald stood before me.

She looked at my bag, and her face scrunched up. "Are you going somewhere, Hunted?" she asked, and when I nodded, her eyes widened. "How long will you be gone?" she asked.

"I don't think I'm coming back," I told her, and as she looked down, I felt tears enter my eyes, threatening to slip down my cheeks.

"W...why? How could you leave? You're my best friend!" she stammered, and I pulled her in for a hug, which she returned.

"I'll find you one day. One day, I'll come back." I said, and this time, when the tears came, I let them, feeling the wetness mix in with the leftover dried blood I had on my face.

Emerald looked up at me, and she finally noticed the mess my face was in. "Who? W...what?" she questioned, but I shook my head, turning away and looking back at my dad.

"I have to go now. I'll always remember you, Emerald. Don't forget me. I'll find my way back one day," I said, pushing past her and rubbing away the tears in my eyes.

My father opened the carriage door and pushed me inside roughly. I glanced back at Emerald and saw her running towards me before she pressed something into my hand through the carriage window.

"I won't forget you, Hunt," Emerald said, and I swallowed back a sob at the nickname.

"I love you, Em," I told her, and the carriage started, but before it was too far, I tossed something out of the window and leaned out to watch her pick it up.

'Emerald.' My mind whispered, and I waved at her for a bit before pulling my talon back in and leaning against the side of the carriage.

That's when I let the tears fall.

'she was my only friend.'

'Best friend.'

'I love her.'

A/N, YES, PLATONICALLY. AT LEAST FOR HUNTED. NOT SURE ABOUT EMERALD YET.

WORD:   Transgender/Transexual      COMMENT(Depending on if you are a Transboy or Transgirl):    FTM (Female to male)     MTF (Male to female)