heaven was wrong // fillie

wings

the floor couldn't be further from me now. i could just see myself plummeting down, hitting the stone. cold floor at full force.

finn knew what he asked of me sounded crazy but, he still asked me. and he knew how afraid i was of heights.

and yet, he still asked.

my breathing increased. my heart rate picked up significantly as i stepped closer to the edge.

"if you want to earn your wings, you have got to trust me."

he had said those very words to me a little over an hour ago. and now i stood here. being on top of a building gave me this strong feeling of déjà vu. maybe i should tell finn. maybe tall buildings had some kind of revaluation in how i died.

i looked up at him, he was scribbling in a note book with a sparkly pen. i had given it to him, one of his little angel, minion things told me to give it to him. he seemed to like it a lot. it was always in his jacket pocket.

"ah finn?" i spoke out sheepishly, not wanted to disturb him.

"yes?" he answered, his eyes not leaving the notebook. he wrote faster.

"something about being up here is giving me a weird feeling, could it have played a role in how i died?" i asked him expectantly.

"well, everyone earns their wings in different ways. it usually correlates with their past life. perhaps yours is like this because you were afraid of heights." he put down the pen and slipped it back into his pocket. that devilish smirk passed onto his face. he just loved seeing me in distress didn't he.

i looked down over the edge. i stepped away in fear, backing into finn.

"f-finn i don't think i can do this." my knees shook at the thought of jumping off. what if my wings didn't appear? what if i just hit ground? then what? i mean i know i'm dead but still. pain is always a factor.

finn rolled his eyes. "ok, i know what'll make you feel better." he snapped his fingers. in an instant, he was away from me and he was on the ground.

he yelled up from below, "if you fall, ill catch you! you have to trust me mistress!" it was so weird when he called me that but, him being down their did comfort me. just a little bit.

i took a deep breath, and shut my eyes. i stepped forward blindly. the rocky floor under me felt as if it were about to crumble as i came closer to the open air.

all of a sudden, the floor seemingly disappeared. finn! i knew he was up to this. he must have gotten bored watching me quake up there. sick bastard.

i screamed in pure fear.

but, i remembered what he told me to do.

"when you jump off, picture the muscles in your back growing into wings, and try to move them."

i flexed the muscles in my back. my shoulders began to move in a backwards motion. a force sprang upon them. an all new feel arose in me. my eyes remained shut.

i looked behind me for a moment, a dying light was all i could see. i looked back down at the ground. it was closer then ever.

i focused harder as i held in my screams. i seemed to be falling faster. i moved my shoulders faster, thought harder.

the tip of my nose was all that touched the white floor. i brought myself up, scared to look at what had saved me.

i wobbled in the air, these wings aren't the easiest things to control.

wait,

i have wings!

i looked at finn, joy in my eyes.

"woah, woah!" i exclaimed as i fell out of the air.

finn swooped me up in his arms. i looked at him as i forgot my previous anger.

"i hate you." i said as i smiled.

"i knew you'd say that mistress but, if it weren't for me, you would have never earned your wings." he said triumphantly.

i looked back, two bright white wings closed in -around my body. they weren't as large as finns but, they were mine.

i hugged his neck, my face in his chest.

"thank you, finn" i said to him sincerely.

"anything for my mistress"