I didn’t know for how long I was out but I knew my wing was damaged. Badly.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, I the only information obtained of my whereabouts was that I was on a beach. I only knew because there was sand on my face and arms. Then I passed out again, the pain was so unbearable but I just wasn’t ready to give in just yet. I hadn’t even achieved my goal of reaching 5’6” yet ( I was bordering on 5’4”…almost there).
Next time I came around there was a pounding in my head, my leg throbbed and a steady drum-like beat in my ear. A heartbeat? There was a crunching sound and the feeling of movement so I guess I was being carried somewhere.
I couldn’t help but struggle a bit but I couldn’t do much damage in my attempt to escape in my weakened state. I drifted off again.
And off course that dream came. There was a constant feeling of déjà vu. The boy in it seemed so familiar, like I’d known him my whole life but I just couldn’t remember how. The feeling of never remembering anything was so irritating! I wanted to lash out at the nearest thing!
A corridor, at the end of which a door sits, slightly ajar. A boy lay on his bed, his features blurry. Eventually he gets up and tiptoes to the door but stays just out of sight of the people on the other side. They whisper in hushed tones, as if they are speaking of this very little boy who is now hiding behind the door they foolishly left open.
“You can’t just give him away Maria!” shouts a lady. The floor creaks as if the same woman has gotten up. The boy gasps and slouches further into the darkness.
“I...I...I know… but…” murmurs another voice in response.
“Look” a man says with a tone that hinted impatience.”Ma’am, you and I both know that you cant raise that boy any more than she can. He’s too much for you and you know it”
A pause. The woman, Maria, seemed to be the one every one was waiting for an answer.
“He’s your son for God’s sakes!” breathes the first woman.
“He trouble Annalisa!” replies Maria. The boy now shook with silent tears. There is a gasp as the first woman, Annalisa, can’t believe she says that.”OK” continues Maria.
“Good” says the man, finally having some input. There is a snap as if a case is being opened. A sharp intake of breath halts the process as the boy runs out, shaking with tears in his eyes.
He says nothing as he runs to the front door and I follow him easily in my ghostly state. His name is called but my mind can’t decipher the words any easier than I could figure out my past.
The boy runs to the top of the place and let’s himself become one with the wind.
As he fell my eyes snap open and blinked multiple times to adjust to the light in my eyes.
