Different || Troyler AU

C H A P T E R : F I V E

•• Judged Angel ••

T R O Y E S POV:

I woke up to see the sky was black, meaning I had been asleep for maybe over an hour of two so it was night now.

I move my wings from around myself and wipe my eyes that had dry tear tracks under them, the nightmares has been bad.

Really bad.

Not even nightmares, memories.

I get up lazily and stretch, I like night times.

I walk out the door, it my time now, I roam the sky at night, I'm not sure why no one flys at night, maybe they're scared? But I love it, I do it almost every night.

As soon as I'm sure no one can see I spread my wings and flap until I'm off the ground and making my way into the beautiful night sky.

I look down through the small clouds to see the lights of the many houses with no doubt beautiful families inside.

My wings glide gracefully against the cold night air as the wind slaps my face, I hold my arms out and I feel free, I always feel free when I fly.

My wings make small noises as they come in contact with the air surrounding me, I close my eyes and it seems as if everything is going in slow motion as I fly through the sky.

It's beautiful.

The sky.

The stars.

The moon.

The lights from the houses below.

The small noises of the air.

Everything.

I'm happy, even if it only for a few minutes.

And I don't even have to worry about people seeing me, I blend into the sky.

Perfectly.

But after an hour I have to land, I turn and flap as fast as I can to get to my worthless excuse of a house.

By the time I got home i was exhausted, and when I was on my mattress with my wings wrapped securely around my body, I fell asleep and oddly enough Tyler was on my mind.

••••

I was once again woken by my alarm clock. I groaned and shut the crappy clock off.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched, my wings going above my head,as I yawned, basically what I did every morning.

I got up and looked out the window, it was raining, but not just a light drizzle, it was fucking bucketing down.

Angels can still fly in the rain, theirs a special way that you can fly that keeps you from getting wet, but I only fly to school if I will be late, so I'll have to walk in the rain since I don't have an umbrella.

I continued with my normal morning routine of getting dressed, brushing my teeth and doing my hair, even though I was sure it would be ruined anyways.

And when I looked out my window hoping to see the rain had stopped, I was disappointed, if anything the rain had gotten harder, so hard in fact I could barely see in front of me when I opened my door.

I stepped out and slammed the door behind myself, not even bothering to run cause what the point?

In merely a few minutes I was soaked, my only white shirt that I had on as well as my black hoodie, soaked through easily, why the hell had I decided to where a white shirt today?!