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The Collected

"H-how long have i been here? Months? A year? Years? I can't tell anymore. T-that Collector put me here. With many others...I-I I can't remember home. All i remember and know is this glass bottle and the darkness im swallowed in." The thought pushes a tear from my eye. The despair almost unbearable. I look up from what would be my lap if i could see it and i reached out a cold frail and thin hand and i touch even colder smooth glass. My hand lingers there feeling the cold wanting to feel something other than despair. Anything other than that. My head hangs once more, my hand still on the glass. My wings drape over me as i pull my hand away from the glass. I wrap myself up in my wings. Giving me warmth. The feathers tickle my arms but i dont laugh or even smile. I shiver and huddle in my wings. The darkness, a cold abyss in which I've been trapped, is suddenly cracked and then split open with a blinding light. I can hear the screams of the many creatures also Collected here, their eyes no longer adapted to light. I dont bother looking and i stayed wrapped up in my wings. A deep and slow voice booms from the light.

"We have a new addition to the Collection." i peek and see a giant hand with a tiny glass bottle coming in from the light into the dark. The bottle seemed to be full of blue. The hand set the bottle next to mine and then shut the cupboard sealing us in the pitch blackness once more. I listen intently to my new neighbor. Hoping to hear something new. The silence drives me insane. Suddenly theres a tiny clinking on the glass. I listen trying to place it. I tap my bottle in response. The tapping on the other end stopped. I pause and listen. I hear something else. Im not sure what. I push my pointed ear against the cool glass trying to hear the noise clearer. It's faint but it sounds like whimpering.

"They're crying..." my wings drop in understanding. The Collector was a self centered, cruel, and cold-hearted creature. I look down dropping my head. I remember where i am and my situation. It all too much. I get pissed. I stand up fully and start slamming myself against the bottle's wall.

"Come on!!" I scream as i try knocking the bottle down. I jump up and knock the top part. I struggle, getting angrier by the second. I just cant knock it over. I scream, filled with rage. I throw a punch at the bottles wall. I crack it but my hand was in worse condition. I could feel the crushed knuckles and a shooting pain up my arm. My hand feels like its on fire. Im brought to my knees, tears filling my eyes. I hold my hand in pain as the tears fall and i yell out in despair desperate for someone to help. Suddenly the blinding light appears once more. I squeeze my eyes shut then blink it away. I look around and see the new Collected next to me. A young girl with a ton of long blue hair. Her eyes red and her face damp from crying. I look to my bottle and see the crack with a bit of my blood on the glass. But my eyes quickly lock back onto the Blue Girl. The voice boomed once more.

"Who's making all that damned noise!?"
I feel my heart stop. I quickly wipe the blood from the glass the best i can.
Shit..what if i get in trouble...what would he do? I stay silent. My heart beat is in my ears, throbbing. I pathetically attempt to hide in my wings and turn my back to The Collector. I can feel his irritated glare bore into my back. My heart stops a moment. I hold my breath. A few excruciatingly long moments of silence then i hear a low grunt and the slam of the cupboard door. My tense body relaxes and i slump against the inner jar wall, panting. Then i notice the fire in my hand once more. The warm blood dripping from the wound. I know my hand won't heal without proper treatment but i also know the Collector will never help me. "What shall i do? I start sobbing, the kind of sobbing of a parent who has lost a child. Exruciating to listen to. I notice the cabinet has grown silent. "Can they hear me?"  My tears dampen the bottom of my bottle and my sobbing comes out in loud cut off gasps of air. Sometimes yelling mixed in. Suddenly I hear the whimper of another. Quiet but painful tears from elsewhere. I assume its the Blue Haired Girl.