Broken Wings

Four-Cristal Wings

When we had gotten back, it was all dark, probably the middle of the night. He didn't say anything, didn't look at me, he just walked in the door and didn't see if I followed or not. There was no one to see anywhere inside the entrance, all the lights were shut down except one little light came from a candle that was standing on the receptions desk. Daniel was gone. I started walking slowly. The rooms looked so different when it was dark, much scarier, it felt like things were hiding in every shadow that laid over corners. I walked up the stairs, looking down at my feet's counting the steps.

I laid down on my bed and fell asleep immediately.

I was standing in the woods, it was pitch black and foggy. The air was heavy and cold. The fog laid over the grass as a carpet. The trees looked dead and haunted. I was wearing my pyjamas and were bare feet. I felt a cold breeze run through my clothes. I was standing in something wet, like a puddle. I lifted one feet to see what I was standing in. My heart jumped over a beat, when I looked down I saw my foot covered in blood. I looked up around myself, I saw shadows standing behind the trees, with shapes of humans, but they were dark and demonised. They came closer and closer. I turned around and saw one that was standing right in front of me. I couldn't see his face, but he was tall and muscular. It hadn't gone more than a second when I saw it, he had big wings, angel wings. They weren't made of feathers like in the books. It looked like crystals, shining and I could see through them. It was like glass, like if I touched it, it could break. He came closer, and by the light from his wings I could now see his face. The black hair laid over his left eye, his eyes were bright brown and yellow. He looked down at me. It was Cam. He was an angel. What was going on? His eyes drifted away from mine and he looked down. I followed, and it was just now I had realized that my pyjamas were covered in blood as well. It couldn't be mine, I didn't feel any pain. I lifted up my hands, they were filled with blood. I looked up at Cam, his eyes were dark, darker than ever.

I heard knocking and someone calling my name far away. I closed my eyes hard, trying to not cry from panic. The yelling got louder, it was a girl's voice. Arianna. She called my name, the knocking was loud. When I opened my eyes again I was in my room. I was all sweaty and my heart pounded like a stone against my chest. I stood up and ran to the door. She was standing a few millimetres away from my nose. She looked so surprised by the way I looked. "You know the class is starting in five minutes, right?" she said, she had a stressed look on her face.

"What's the time?" I asked, my voice was low, I was too tired.
she looked down at her watch, "Its 10 am...".
"Shit..." I closed the door, started put on clothes. Biology class was in the classroom beside the library, so not too far to go, but it would take me at least two minutes. I jumped into my shoes and stormed out. I ran to my locker and got my books.

I sat down on a chair, there was a lot of people in the classroom. A boy sat down beside me, we didn't give one look at each other. The bell rang, and the teacher started writing the theme we were having up on the board, and by no surprise, it stood;
Welcome to Human propagation (sex).

He started talking but got interrupted.
"Sorry I'm late, lost my way through the halls" I recognized the voice, looked up. A warm feeling like never before, because in the door was Cam, waiting for the teacher's promotion to come in. The moment he saw me, he was smiling with every muscle he had. Every girls head turned, they all looked at him, but all he looked at was me. "Just find a seat and keep attention." Cam walked slowly towards my desk, he gave the boy sitting beside me an easy head nod, "Move." He said with a dark voice, the boy didn't even hesitate before he grabbed his books and gave Cam his seat. He leaned close to me and said, "Hey Angel"
"Why do you keep calling me that?" I leaned my head on my hand and looked at him. He laid his finger over his lips, "Shhh ... School... Important." He was being as ironic as it could get, we both gave a little laugh. It felt like people was staring at me, but it was probably just a feeling, "Attention please!" The teacher looked at me and Cam. If people weren't staring at us from before, they at least did it now. "Sorry ..." I mumbled.