Born In Hell

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The thing about a bond is if you don't do it right and both parts aren't prepared for the fullness of it and one hasn't really agreed to it, it won't work. Someone could get hurt and because I can light up like the Fourth of July, he could possibly get burned.....Severely. But that didn't happen. He did it and something scary happened to me.

My breathing stopped and I was on the floor hacking up blood. My insides felt like whatever has been fighting me finally got the upper hand. The blood pooled on the floor and I started shaking furiously on all fours. Claws shot in and out of my nails and my teeth were starting to cut. It was the most unpleasant feeling. My vision kept going dark, to normal, to extremely sensitive.

It felt like something snapped sharply and then back into place. When all of it was done i was left there on the floor breathing heavily and having Aniel's memories play through my head.

"What the Fuck is wrong with you," I said spitting the rest of the blood out.

He was sitting on the floor with his hands to his ears, looking at the air like it was threatening to kill him. He glanced over my way and looked even more frightened.

"Make it stop."

"What?"

I tried standing up, but it felt weird. Almost like a foreign act. My feet were on the ground and I am standing, I just felt off balance. That was weird seeing as how I always have my balance. I only trip if someone catches me by surprise or I purposely fall. This felt like someone dragging me down.

"It's too much." He shook his head squeezing his eyes shut. "You're screams they're..." He tensed up more.

Oh so he was seeing my past too. I laughed a little, not because it's funny but if he would've just listened to me at first we wouldn't be in this predicament. I knelt next to him holding his chin up so he could look at me. In his irises I saw my own memories play in his head and they weren't the best. All he needed to do was focus on one thing. I removed his hands and he cringed so hard.

"You have to focus on me and my voice. Listen to my words and look at my mouth. Eventually everything will blur out and it'll fade."

He calmed down and was back to normal.... Sort of. He looked at me like I was foreign now but hey at least I know he's back on his path.

"How could you survive all that?"

I shrugged and moved away a bit wobbly. It's not something I try to remember. Half of the time I didn't want to survive it. Majority of the the time I prayed it'd finally kill me, but I wasn't so blessed.

"I think we should go back," I told him softly.

"Wait," he said getting up quickly. He was quick to walk up to me, making me snap around. "Woah," he ducked. "I just don't think you've noticed yet."

He reached behind me pulling on my back, causing a pin pricking sensation. I pushed his hand back and in his hand was a little translucent feather. Actually little would be an understatement. It reminded me of my father's except... It was mine.

"No, I haven't noticed," I said looking at it more.

The crazy thing about the feather is you can't really see it, only in certain light and the right angle. It was cool but extremely freaky. I went and sat down on the chair trying to think.

I have wings.

"I have wings," I breathed. I moved my shoulder blades and felt them shift around. "I have wings on me."

This was so weird. Angels have wings, I am not an angel. I feel different, but I'm not. My bad is still running through me, but almost like it was stronger than ever followed with something else. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about it.