Falling Angels

Chapter 3 - Wings

I hear Jakson's car pull up and I sit up. I look out of the lace curtains and see him step out of the car. He sees me by the window and smiles. I see him struggling with bags and I rush out to help. I get to the front door and realise, how do these things work? I poke at it a few times then grab at a silver knob. I push the door and it doesn't move. It is frustrating me so I step back and kick it with as much force as I can. The door falls down and nearly hits Jakson. He stands there, shocked and I smile at him. He lets out a laugh as if to say I am gonna kill you and I move out of the way. "I... I don't understand..." I say and scrunch up my nose. He breathes deeply and calms him self down. "It's ok... Things like this happen... Sometimes... Quite rarely..." I smile and walk off to my bedroom.

I stare at my wings in the mirror for a while, why did I even have wings? I think for a moment and then I realise... Why did I fall from the sky in the first place? Thoughts run through my mind and a single memory comes back to me. I can make my wings bigger to allow flight. I close my eyes and think of the ocean at night. I say the same word in my mind over and over

ωιиgѕ ωιиgѕ ωιиgѕ

I feel a tingling sensation and I hear a smash... I broke a lamp with my wings. I scrunch up my nose and brush the glass under my bed. I walk out of my room and see Jakson trying to fix the door. He sees me and his eyes widen. I smile and do a twirl, keeping my wings tucked close to my body. Must follow rule one. "Look Jakson! My wings!" I step outside and raise my wings. Jakson runs outside and I take off the ground. I spin around in the air and do loops. Jakson watches me, eyes wide and I land gently beside him. "You... How... When... What happened..." He stutters and I laugh. My wings shrink back down and I spin around again. Jakson rubs his forehead. "I really need to teach you how to act human..." He says and leads me inside.

Jakson teaches me how to cook, it's not to hard really and soon the kitchen was filled with a heavenly scent. Jakson watches over me as I dish up the food. "Where do I put it?" I look around and Jakson points to a table where I place down his bowl of spaghetti. I sit and watch him eat. I don't think he liked me watching him...