Heaven's Dragon

Flying

If I'm a star, I'm the dullest and shittiest one there is.

I remember flying with her, her hanging onto my back. It's harder to fly without her than with her. I gave her a ride to her deathbed. I brought her there. I made it happen. I killed her.

I repeat her last words in my head.

I love you.

Why couldn't she have cursed me? Why didn't she say she hates me? Why did she forgive me? How could she love me? I never deserved her.

Did she hear me say I love you too? Does she know I love her? Does she know I regret it? I hope so. I hope she knows I didn't want it to end this way.

And yet I ended it this way.

Why? Why did I do it? What is wrong with me?

They believe I'm a hero, but I must be the darkest beast there is.

Darker than the night sky. Darker than satan's heart. Darker than her beautiful silk hair.

The wind chills me to the core. At least, I think it's the wind. But it could be my heart. I never know these days.

I land in a dimly lit parking lot. A motel sign flickers above. I take a deep breath and retract my wings, pushing me back into human form.

My human form sickens me. It is what she fell in love with. She didn't fall in love with a dragon. She fell in love with a girl. She would never love the dragon.

I do my best to look relaxed as I walk through the rotting doors to the motel. A perky teenager looks up from the counter.

"My, you look tired. A room?" She chirps.
"No, thanks. I'm just... Seeing if a friend is here."

She nods and let's me go down the hall. I know where I'm going. The dusty wood door hasn't been touched since that night. I don't blame the humans. They don't realize it, but they tend to avoid monster blood.

I push the door open, and the first thing I see is a deep, dark blood stain in the carpet. Her blood. I nearly throw up.

I then notice more. There are scratch marks on the wall, and the dresser. And a blood splatter on the wall. Like there was a struggle. That wasn't there before. And that wasn't from Cameron.

I inspect the bed closer. The sheets are torn. A lightbulb from the bedside lamp is shattered. I walk into the bathroom, and fine it completely covered in blood.

I stagger back, and run out of the room. I shut the door, and take a few deep breaths to calm down. I then speed walk down the hall and out the doors. The girl calls behind me.

"Did you find your friend?"

I ignore her and keep going. As soon as I'm out of her sight, I let myself back into beast form and jump into the sky. My mind races with possibilities.

Was there a fight between lights? Was there a murder? Who could have been there? Why would someone have been there?

Why wasn't I the one who died? Why did I kill Cameron? I loved her. God dammit I love her. I should have just killed myself. I shouldn't be here. Why did I have to be the chosen one? I don't want to be the chosen one.

Before I know it, I'm descending back to my cave. I land in the soft grass, the night wind rustling the trees above me. I deeply sigh, and crawl into my cave.

I immediately sense something off. Something else is here. I creep over to my fire pit, and blow some fire onto the wood.

It illuminates the walls of my caves; they glow with the shadows dancing across them. I look up. Staring at me from the opposite side of the pit is a smile-sneer I know way too well.

"Olivia. I thought I might be able to find you here," my mother whispers.