I Found This Prompt On Pinterest: The Saga and Autobiography Of Me

Angles in Disgust

The music blared. Lights of every color mixed and moved, people danced drunkenly in the middle of the room. I stayed to the side of the dance floor, leaning against the bar. I never liked night clubs anyway. Kalen had always dragged me to the disgusting mess of a club to get stupid drunk and leave with a girl or two on his arm. I don't understand why he likes the club that smells of a perfume-alcohol-vomit mixture. No matter where you walk your shoes get stuck to the floor and make them annoyingly sticky until you wash them the next day.

I looked down at my glass of vodka and cringed.

Yay, over priced piss poor dick jizz. I sighed and put the glass back down on the bar not even bothering to taste it. I swept my gaze across the dance floor. Women grinding on random men they just met, groups of girls sticking together to avoid any harassment, a few creeps scouting for their next victim, and a whole bunch of frat boys trying to have a good time.

Revolting, I thought. Finally my eyes landed on Kalen who was already talking up two girls who seemed too drunk for comfort. Kalen caught my eyes and flashed a cunning grin in my direction, his jet black hair falling into his brown eyes. The two girls, a blonde and brunette, had already hugged onto his arms giggling and stumbling, their cheeks red with alcohol. I rolled my eyes and moved on until something caught my eye. Behind all the flashing lights and the dark atmosphere was someone very... peculiar. Most would have seen him for his punk blue hair, snake bites, and tattoos up to his neck. Maybe for his black ripped jeans, band t-shirt and leather jacket, but that is not what I see. That is definitely not what I see.

I blinked and looked around.

How does nobody see this? I'm not crazy. This isn't real is it? No, No it must be the piss poor alcohol...

I looked away. This isn't real.

I looked back. It was there again. Something that no one else is seeing.

I can't believe this. How? I have to be dreaming it cannot be real. It can't be.

But there they were, right there on this punk man's back were two giant, beautiful, white wings.

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TOOO BE CONTINUED I HOPE BUT PROBABLY NOOOOT.....