Time It Right // Sabriel

6

I watched my hands. I didnt know what I was really doing. Just watching.

Slowly analyzing them, all the little cuts and grooves, callouses and depressions.

I sighed, sparing a glance around my messy room, my disorganized desk. I should be doing homework.

Samandriel was at the park with Luce and Cassie. I still dont really know why I stayed behind.

Naomi was still at work, whatever she does. But I couldnt bring myself to let out my wings.

Why did I feel so dull and empty? Shouldnt I be able to feel something?

I looked my phone, considering.

I could text Castiel. But I didnt want to bother them. I kinda wanted to be alone, but I also didnt. I wanted comfort at the same time.

Hot tears rolled silently down my cheeks. But I couldnt bring myself to care about anything.

I rested my elbows on my knees, my chin in my hands. My thoughts drifted to Sam.

His chestnut colored hair, his kaleidoscope eyes that held secrets. Secrets I wanted to uncover and soothe.

The corner of my lips lifted into a small smile, tears still flowing down my face.

His tall and lanky build that was so awkwardly adorable. He was like a puppy, but tall as a moose. He was a moosey puppy.

I let out single huff of amusement.

I bet he would blush easily too. I wanted to make him blush. I wanted to watch his cheeks adopt a rosy hue after flirting with him endlessly. I wanted to pull his hands away from his face and kiss the tip of his nose.

I wanted to be his savior. I wanted to care for him forever and always.

The sound of a slamming door pulled me out of my reverie. Flinching, knowing who would do it.

"Gabriel." A loud, calm voice carried up the stairs, sending shivers down my spine.

"Gabriel Wesson Novak. Come here." I heard her repeat.

I slowly got off of my bed, going downstairs to accept my punishment. If I avoided her it would be worse.

She stared at me coldly, emotionless.

"Take off your shirt."

I slowly took of my jacket and shirt. My wings twitching in the open air.

She looked upon me in disgust.

I dropped my head in shame. She was right. I was a freak of nature. A person shouldnt have wings.

"Turn around." She spat.

I turned around, my back facing her, spreading my wings slightly. I knew what she was going to do.

And I deserved it.
I deserved every lash, every once of pain.

Tears ran down my face as she abused my wings. The pain so intense I was ready to pass out.

"Get out of my sight." She eventually spat.

I quickly scrambled for my shirt and jacket, rushing upstairs to my room.

My wings burned with pain, I couldnt even look at them.

Naomi was right.

I couldnt even bring myself to cry anymore.

I just sat there, completely oblivious to everything around. I dont know how long I sat there, letting nothingness envelop me.

I was sitting there for minutes, hours?

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I jolted upon hearing a gasp.

I turned in time to engulfed in a hug by a crying Samandriel. He carefully avoided my wings.

He cried harder when I sat still. I didnt deserve this.

I didnt deserve to have such great brothers.

I was a freak.

I was a monster.

"G-gabey." He cried. "Y-you a-arent a freak."

Did I accidently speak out loud?

"Gabe. P-please." He cried, snuggling into my lap. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him. Silent tears once again running down my face.

I heard my door open again, another muffled gasp. An urgent whisper.

Lucifer came in, soon followed by Castiel whom had a first aid kit and a damp wash cloth.

Castiel quickly set to work, cleaning my wings of any blood, repositioning the feathers that were practically torn out of place.

Lucifer guides my chin to look at him. "Whatever she said shes wrong." He whispered.

I just looked away from him. I didnt deserve his understanding.

I didnt deserve anything.

And I didnt think anything would change my mind.

What is wrong with me?! I dont even feel bad for tearing apart ur hearts. Any way. I promise a happier chapter will come out soon. Just not yet. *grins*