The Devil's Angel

Chapter 7

The blood had engulfed me, cocooning me inside. I was like a butterfly trying to break out of the cocoon to show my wings to the world, but sadly, this I could not do for instead of releasing me into the world, it was crushing me. I tried to fight it, but I could not. It was no use, this was my fate and as people say "You cannot hide from fate,". I decide to stop trying and let my blood crush me. Now I understand of the meaning of "Betrayed by my own blood,". 

I did not know I was holding my breath until my lungs started to burn. I gasped, sucking in air. I did not know if it was my now delusional state of mind or whatever, but I heard the songbirds tweeting a new melody. One by one, the songbirds started to harmonize. They sounded so strong and fierce. But a few seconds later the melody was dying out, like they were moving away from me. Oh how I would love to fly with them and sing their sweet tunes up on the branches. Then I remembered the loud noise, the little songbird fluttering down from the branch, how the songbird's friends were singing a sad song for their sweet, little friend, and I remembered the vain voice. 

As my mind was filling up with thoughts, I heard the songbirds again, this time it felt as if they were with me in my bloody cocoon. I was right, they were. I watched as the birds swayed with their sweet melody, although the blood was pooling into my eyes, I could get a glimpse of each of their white feathers falling down to me before my body betrayed me. As the melody washed over me, I saw one of the songbirds hover still, looking at me with its grey eyes, its eyes were so different from the rest I wondered how I did not notice it before.

I opened my eyes, the whole world was red and the songbirds had flew away. My shoulder started to itch, I did not want to scratch it but there was a sudden urge. I tried lifting my hand but it was no use, the blood stuck to my skin and it did not let me go, did not let me escape. I wanted to give up....

"No, No, I am not going to die covered in my own blood!" I yelled to myself

And with that, I teared my hand free, sure it hurt like a spiritual realm of evil and suffering we all know about,(hell, I meant it hurt like hell), but I was not going to let that stop me, I was going to itch my shoulder.....and then go back to my bloody world. Pssh, some bravery I have. As I started to scratch I felt something soft, I started to scratch more and more. As I turned my head, more like ripped my head, I saw the most beautiful thing. Wings. I remembered that each of the songbirds plucking one of their feathers and dropping it down to me, but I never expected this. The songbirds melody... It was strong and fierce, and I also have to be strong and bold too if I want to get out of this bloody mess. 

The cocoon was an inch from crushing me, I tried to fly away, except that my feathers were also stuck. 

"No, this can't end this way, they gave me their feathers, I have to do something,"

I had to, I just had to. My so called brilliant plan was to lick the blood of, I mean, hey this is my blood after all. I started to lick the blood, as though it was gross, it was better than being compressed by your blood and turning into a pancake, a bloody pancake that is. After a minute of so, the wings were free of blood, and if I stayed like this any longer I was actually going to get turned into a pancake. I closed my eyes and took one last gulp of air and....

There was a strange buzz in my ear, I started opening my eyes. Bit by bit. I saw I was in the air, I was actually FLYING! Expect, I didn't know how to fly. 

SOOWSH

There goes my hope.