I woke up chained to a wall. The place was dark, cold and wet. I was disoriented, for a few minutes.
Wes...
That was the only thing that was on my mind. Then I remembered what happened. Its really over. Wes, you... you betrayed me. You cocky bastard. I said as I clenched my fists. This is ridiculous.
"Wes! You cocky bastard! This isn't the end!" I screamed with all I had. Then I was crying tears of hate. How could he do this to me?
Days passed and I was being starved, my strength was gone. They were doing this to me on purpose. They know how my strength works.
Give up...
Give up...
He won't save you...
Give up...
My thoughts are haunting me, soon I'll become insane. This wont end unless I end myself. This is it. I have to break free to write it the official way. I have to write a suicide note. Its my only choice to end this pain, suffering. I stood up with wobbly legs and a blood rush. my hands still chained to the wall where behind my back.
Think...
I turned my body around to where I was facing the wall, and I pulled. This was the only way, I spread my wings out and flapped. This gave me more power.. Several tries later my skin on my wrists were being pulled and soon the chains were covered with blood.
One
Last
Time
I pulled with the rest of what I had and I broke free. I fell backwards and decided on my fate.
Break them.
How was I going to break my wings? I climbed the wall and tried that way. I made sure I landed on top of my wing.
CRACK!
"Goddammnint!" I screamed. The pain was no where near compared to my heart being ripped out.
One down...
One to go...
I did the same thing.
As I stood up, my wings limp on each side, I found a rock. Checked to make sure it worked. Sure enough it did..
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Forgotten Life
Teen FictionChase Collins has been through a lot. She had been putting together the pieces of her childhood memories to find out who this Wes is? All she knows is that he knows everything about her, even her wings. She's in too much pain, the memories she's bee...
