Angel (muke)

Chapter 1 - Different

Michael's pov

I was found abandoned behind a garbage bin in a dark alleyway. Aunt Carol said that she was walking home from her shift at the library when she heard me cry. I wasn't even a week old.
She had picked me up and took me to her home. It was there that she realized I was different...I was born with wings....
But she didn't see me as a freak like my parents must've thought. Instead she saw me as something special...something amazing...an angel...
I never knew why...I'm just a freak.
And since that day she's treated me as her very own.
"Mr.Fluffy... Dinner time!"
No answer.
"Stupid cat..." I mutter under my breath and walk out of the kitchen and to the living room.
Books were piled everywhere, along the walls, on the couch and chairs, on the small coffee table... Let's just say that Aunt Carol is definitely a book hoarder. And it wasn't just in the living room, it was in the whole house.
The only spot that wasn't consumed of books was the little window seat I often sat at.
"Mr.Fluffy...what are you watching boy?" I say and walk over to him. He was perched on top  of a pillow staring out the window. I remember the day Aunt Carol brought him home as a birthday present for me. The small kitten had instantly curled up in my arms and fell asleep.
He tilted his head fascinated by whatever was outside. I gently picked him up into my arms and began stroking his pure white fluffy fur. He began to pur , closing his brown eyes and rubbing his head against my chest.
I chuckled and looked out the window.

It's him....

I know this might sound creepy...okay, really creepy, but for the past few years I have looked out this window watching this boy walk by my house to the bus stop on the corner. It was always around the same time everyday. He'd get on the bus in the morning around 7 and then get off the bus at around 8 in the evening.
His blond hair was always styled up into a neat quiff. He always wore black skinny jeans and band t-shirts. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, bracelets covering both wrists. And despite the cold weather he didn't wear a jacket.
  The street lamp switched on as the sky darkened, casting its Erie yellowish light on him as he walked by towards, where I assume, was his home. 
And just as fast as he came he was gone.
I sighed, wishing I was allowed to go outside.
  "Come on Mr.Fluffy dinners getting cold."
I set him down on the floor and watched as he ran to the kitchen.
I picked up one of Aunt Carol's books and went up to my room, practically the only room in the house that wasn't cluttered with books.
I flopped on my bed and instantly yelped in pain. I sat up and unfurled my wings.
  I always hated them but at the same time I loved them. If that made any sense.
They poked out from two long slits Aunt Carol cut out of my shirt. They were sturdy and strong but soft and fragile at the same time. I was so used to them that sometimes I'd forget to unfold them when I went to sit or lay down. And trust me, it hurts as much as getting hit in the balls.
  I muttered a few curse words under my breath and began stroking my wings. The pure white feathers were soft to the touch.   I stood up and stretched them out.  Moaning as my muscles expanded. They always get in the way so I always keep them folded behind me. It felt so good to finally stretch them.
I pulled them back close to my body but not behind my back and stared at the mirror hanging next to the door. 
The tips of my wings reached just down to the back of my knees.
I looked down at my feet  and walked back to my bed. This time I kept my wings unfolded before laying down.
I sighed and took in a shaky breath.  I couldn't hold it in anymore. My chest tightened and I choked out a sob as tears began rolling down my cheeks.

I'm a freak.
No wonder why my parents abandoned me.
No wonder why I'm not allowed to go outside.
I'm a freak...
I'll never be able to talk to that boy that always walks by my house.
Never will I be able to travel the world or meet new people. I'll never be normal.
I'm just a freak.

I choked out a sob as hurtful words spun around in my head like always.

         ******Trigger Warning*****

I jumped out of my bed once again and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the razor.

I'm a freak.... No wonder why my parents abandoned me...

I slid down to the floor and put the razor to my wrist. After a few cuts on both wrist I put the razor away and bandaged up the cuts.

***** END OF TRIGGER******
Meow
"Hmm?" I managed to open the bathroom door while still sitting on the floor. Instantly Mr.Fluffy jumped onto my lap.
Meow
Mr.Fluffy rubbed his head against my chest and began to pur as I gently wrapped my arms around him. I chuckled, feeling the ache in my chest slowly begin to fade.
This was it.
All I had was Aunt Carol, Mr.Fluffy and the blond boy I'll never be able to talk to....