Angel (muke)

Chapter 5 : Desperate

Michaels pov

"Luke...I ... I was born with wings..." The words slipped out of my mouth without a second thought. Instantly I regretted it.
What have I done?
I'm risking everything telling him my secret. The whole reason of never leaving the house was so no one found out. Aunt Carol said that I'd be tortured and experimented on if anyone found out. And here I am telling some stranger my secret (okay not really a stranger, I've been watching him walk by my house for the past couple of years...am I considered a stalker? Ugh I'm such a freak).
Luke stared at me, studying me carefully.
Shit, he probably thinks I'm some mental whack job that killed his own aunt. I'm doomed.
"You...you we-were b-born wi-with what?" Luke stuttered, his face paling. Slowly he began to back away.
Fuck, he thinks I'm crazy.
"Please believe me I'm telling you the truth, I'm born with wings."
Luke continued to slowly back away. His face was pale and I could tell that he was shaking.
"I'm not crazy Luke, I can prove it..." I cautiously took a step closer.
Luke frantically looked around before bolting out of the living room and down a hallway that led further into the house.
"Shit." I muttered and ran after him. the blanket fell from my shoulders to the floor.
"Luke!"
I knew this was going to happen. Aunt Carol was right, people will run and be afraid of me. Though Luke is running because he thinks I'm a psychopath and not because he saw my wings. He's still running away from me, though I'd probably run too if I was him.
   But I'm desperate. What's going to happen to aunt Carols lifeless body? What's going to happen to the house? What's going to happen with those murders? Is there going to be justice for her death? Are they going to find me and kill me?
   Possibly I should just let them kill me. I'm a freak.
  But something in the pit of my stomach told me that I needed to try. I need to try and get Luke to believe me. He could help me. For aunt Carol, I need to try.
  I ran out of the living room and down a dark hallway. Luke stumbled a little before abruptly opening a door and locking it behind him. I slammed into the door just as it closed.
"Get out of my house...I'm warning you." Luke yelled, his voice wavering slightly.
"Please believe me...I'm telling you the truth. I was born with wings, I can prove it. Please believe me Luke...please..." I choked out the words as a small sob left my throat.
I slid down to the floor and wrapped my arms around my waist. Tears pricked my eyes and it took all I had to hold them back but I failed. Warm tears cascaded down my cheeks to the floor. I tried desperately to hold in sobs but I couldn't.
Everything was crashing down around me and there was nothing I could do about it. Admit it, I'm a freak.
"Please Luke believe me...your the only one that can help me..." I choked out.
"Get out of my house...Michael..." Luke said through the door, his voice a lot calmer now.
He's right , I should leave. It's all my fault...it should've been me. It should've been me to answer that door not aunt Carol. I shouldn't have ran away and left her lifeless body lying in the entryway. I should've let those guys just kill me.... I'm just a freak. Whose gonna want a freak? People are gonna be afraid of me. They're gonna torture me and experiment on me like some animal. Aunt Carol was right about everything.
I'm such a freak...
" I knew you'd run away..." I whispered before another sob escaped my throat. I pressed my chin to my chest, trying desperately to will myself to stand but I couldn't. I hugged myself tighter, feeling my wrists burn and my chest ache.  I shut my eyes tight and bit my lip.
  I just wanted to scream. Scream at the world. At my parents wherever they are. At those guys who killed aunt Carol.  At myself...
  "Michael?" Luke whispered.
I slowly looked up to see Luke standing in the doorway of a small bathroom. I squinted my tear filled eyes at the yellowish light that came from the bathroom and lit up the dark hallway.
  "Oh my god.." Luke gasped.