A Feared Relationship

Chapter 6

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Hi,

So I know its been a long time but here's another chapter....

Sorry

byexxxx

Love Nicole :)

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I slowly opened my eyes but quickly closed them from wincing as the endless specs of sunlight ravaged my face. I try again, but this time even slower than before and look at my surroundings. Trees are everywhere. I touch myself and look down at my ragged clothes. They were  ripped and wet. I try to get up but an undeniable force makes me plummet back to the ground with a thud. 

I stretch my curled arms and put my arms on the ground so that I could push myself up but instead of meeting the pure roughness of a the ground I was met with softness, silkiness... a feathery feeling. I touch thus unknown feathery grown up and down but instead I start to feel ticklish.

That was the moment when I realised that something was definitely wrong. Something very wrong. I face sideways and am met with a large black feathered wing. I close my eyes again thinking that this was some sort of odd dream. An odd nightmare.

I reopen my eyes and look to the opposite side and am once again introduced with another wing. I touch them again and then quickly stand up thinking that I had squished some poor bird but as I do these curled up winds seemed to uncurl and expand. And as the sunlight hits them you could see a red type of hue. I slap the wings hardly and then mili-seconds later am introduced to a slight sting. Was theses wings mine or something.

I look down at my clothes again but they seemed to have vanished. My ripped, torn ragged clothes were replaced with the black long dress.

Now I know what you're all thinking shouldn't this girl be happy or something, her cold wet clothes have suddenly vanished and are replaced with a beautiful dress?

The answer is a definite no. Do you know the reason as to why? Because number one I am alone in this unknown un-habited forest. I mean if you listen closely and I mean really closely you couldn't even hear anything just the soft rustles of the wind swaying in between tree branches. Number two I supposedly have wings connected to my back that weight so much that I feel as if collapsing would be the best option to relieve myself from the extra weight. It was chaining me down and I wish I could release myself. 

I look up the sky and realise that the sky wasn't the normal blue in fact it was a mixture of bruised colours; purple, midnight blue and a tinge of red and orange.

Where was I exactly.

I suddenly hear shrieking from behind me. Over instinct I turn around and come face to face with middle-aged woman.

Her hair was like waterfalls enveloping her form up until her waist. Black hair with slight greyness over age. Her grey eyes are looking at me with awe and amazement. She looks harmless but then again looks can be deceiving.

I take a step back hoping that maybe just maybe I could get away. I turn my back quickly and was about to run when I hear her speak.

All my movements seem to have halted.

"Honey I want hurt you I promise." I turn back to her and look at her wrinkly but flawless facial features and then look up to her eyes which were looking at me with truthfulness and sincerity. My once rigid form begins to relax knowing that this woman will somehow help me with the problem I have "I'm here to help you little dark angel."

"How?" I ask out of nervousness. What is she going to do? My black wings expand further over defence. I look behind me and look at the wings. I feel like a freak. Preston was right. I was a waste of space. I didn't deserve to be born.

I collapse to the ground feeling as if the weight of my wings and the weight of sadness filling me, letting me fall. I begin to sob and my whole body begins to shake.

I hear soft thumps hitting the ground and approach me as the sounds get louder and louder.

I feel soft hands circling me in a comforting way. A way a mother would when their child is hurt. I look at her storm grey eyes and fro once I see acceptance I feel as if I am loved.

"Honey why are you crying?" she asks as she pats soothingly to my wings.

"Because I'm a freak." I whisper. "I don't deserve to live." I close my eyes and feel a cold tear scrape along my cold numb cheeks. "I'm a waste of space." I croak out.

 "Honey you're not a freak. If call yourself a freak then it makes the rest of my clan freaks," I raise my head up to meet clear grey orbs. "You're not a waste of space my dear. Trust me." and that's what I do I trust her never asking why. For some odd reason I feel as if I have some type of connection with her. I smile at her from my teary eyes. She smiles back but then her features turns into pure amazement.

She was staring at my black wings for sure. I look at my wings and gasp. Instead of black they turned white with specs of gold.

What in the world is happening and why on earth isn't this woman scared as I am? Why hasn't she screamed bloody murder yet and dashed away from me yet.

As if sensing my question she answers.

"You're one of us." I was going to ask what the term 'us' meant. Was there more people out there who have the same problem.

From the distance I hear tree branches snapping and loud foots stomping. I look behind the woman with eh silver eyes and am met but more pairs of eyes, more faces, more people.

"You're a special one." the woman whispers to me. "You were chosen." she speaks a bit louder.

"What do you mean?" but before I could get my question answered I see black spots clouding my vision, until I am in complete darkness... not again....