Broken Wings -Volume One: You Can't Escape The Destiny- ((EDITING))

-Chapter II: Make a Wish-

"No, no, NO!!!! Please somebody help me!" Shouted Kieron in his sleep, those nightmares got him like a fever, a fever he could not sweat out. Panicked, from the same dream as yesterday, he opened his eyes. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, breathing faster, very sweaty, he thought of what happened. He didn't know why he had the same nightmare. It was very shocking. Still, his back hurt him, the pain made him not to think about his dream, but it won't take long until he will see the outcome of this distraction.

He got out of bed, walking around the room, and he made some stretches. His back stabbed him again with another round of pain. He took his t-shirt off, he wanted to watch his wounds. He took it off, closed his eyes and just hopped for them to heal up.

He, slowly, removed the wall that covered his eyes from the seen world, and turned his head.

    He just looked with the corner of his eye in the mirror, and he took his heart into his hands, and just turned over. After he turned, he saw his wound bigger, larger and with blood inside of them. Kieron touched them in the middle, and he felt something rough, strong, like a bone on the point of getting out. He was panicked, he didn't know what to say and what to tell his dad about it, but there was sure a thing, he must do something about it!

    He heard knocks in his door, in that moment his puts his clothes on fast, before someone to enter the room. "Good morning son! Happy birthday!" said his dad with a plate of pancakes on his hands with some candles on top in the shape of number 16.

"Thank you dad! It is a very nice surprise to have after you wake up." said Kieron, with a smile, after he kissed his dad and tightly hugged him, like he hasn't seen him for ages.

"Everything for my star and only son! I love you so much son and I am so proud of you!" said Mr. Sumner, having the most honest words in this world.

  Kieron's eyes shared feelings that even words could not say. His corners of his mouth were up, saying:"I love you dad!".

"Come on, eat your breakfast, take a shower and get ready for tonight, don't make your friends to wait for you." told his dad, walking to the door.

  He ate his food, took a shower, and took a nap for a few hours. He barely slept in that night due to his nightmares. It seemed like he felt it, he woke up when the sun was ready to disappear from the seen world. His reflection in the mirror started to glow bigger than yesterday, and he took advantage of it by making his hair with the lights off. In a moment, he started to feel the pain stronger and stronger. It got even more intense than yesterday, he got again down his knees, holding the agony inside of him. He wanted to scream again from the top of his lungs, but he knew this will make his dad come upstairs. He almost ripped off the skin of his head due to the wounds. He felt like something wanted to rip off his skin inside the wounds. Breathing faster he felt something powerful that tried to get outside of him. His feeling was correct, because something slowly penetrated his skin from inside, trying to get out. A tip of a bone covered in blood could be seen through the wounds, making him to wish he was dead. In a second, with an unbelievable speed, some wings grew up from inside him, making him for a moment to scream incredibly loud! After the process ended, he laid on the ground, exhausted, breathing deep. After a bit, he stood up on his legs and looked in the mirror. He saw himself and his wings. They were covered in blood, like a new born kid. The wings were grey. He was stupefied by his wings, and he couldn't believe that it was real. He touched them, he could feel his hand touching the wings, in the end, they were connected to his nervous system. Just the thought of what was happening to him woke up a the fear of being different. He made circles in the room thinking about what is going to do next. He stopped in the middle of the room. A thrill got on his spine, and that thrill made the wings to rise up, opening their wingspan. He then found out he could control them, like a new kind of limb. He cleaned up his wings and with some wipes. The boy stood up again and shaking his hands, he started concentrating, trying to make the wings to move. In the beginning was ,hard, but after some minutes, he could see some kind of a movement. After a short break, he tried moving them again, but, in that moment, he heard steps on the stairs. In that second, he jumped in bed, covered himself with a blanket, trying to appear asleep. His father entered the room.