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The day passes by really quickly, so quickly in fact, I almost forgot I had to go see my best friend. 

The day was spent writing in my journal about my pain - today's entry, how my father doesn't trust me - I also painted here and there, anything to stop me from going downstairs and end up running into my father.

I grab my cloak for once I'm in the town. I take a running start for my window and leap right out of it, my wings catch on the air almost instantly. I push upwards for a little bit careful to not go higher than my tower. 

Then I let myself drop and let myself enjoy the feeling of falling. My heart dropping, my limbs weak, yet everything is peaceful.

At the last second, I pull up and face my feet down. I discovered that this was my favourite thing I could do with my wings because they had so much power that the dirt around where I land flys around. Makes me seem badass I guess. 

I tuck my wings in and wrap my cloak loosely around my body. 

Set for the walk before me, I tighten the string and make sure it's secure. Then I start walking towards my best friend Hope's house. 

Hope lives in one of the poorest parts of the kingdom. Most of the heroes come from there and she says she wants to save the people someday. Her parents really choose a great name for her. Even after they died she held onto her hope. She always looks to the positive side of things. 

She's been with me for as long as I can remember before I even got my wings. She is always trying to make me smile and I trust her with my whole heart. 

I tell her everything, I tell her pretty much everything in my journal. She knows what happened to my mother and how my father is basically a psychopath that tries to control my every step.

But she doesn't know about my wings. 

Only my parents know about my wings. Well, my father, my mother, unfortunately, was killed by a power-hungry lunatic. 

Once I snap out of my thoughts, I notice that I am right outside Hope's backdoor. I must have been on autopilot because I honestly don't remember walking here. 

I let out a soft whistle that sounds similar to that of a bird. It is my way of telling Hope that I am here and she needs to get her butt down asap. 

I sit on the grass as I wait for her, she normally takes a few minutes to get up. Mostly because she brought some guy home but sometimes because she's tired from a hard day at work. It's a miracle how she manages to survive the way she lives. 

I count off 10 minutes in my head until the back door finally opens and there stands a smiling version of my best friend. I start to feel refueled by the sight of her face. 

"Sorry I took so long, you caught me in the middle of something" She winks at me and I instantly know she's hooking up with another guy again.

"Ew, you really need to start a healthy relationship instead of sleeping around." I mock throwing up sounds after I say this. 

"I don't want to bring a child into this cruel world, besides, this is way more fun." She laughs probably recalling the events that previously happened. 

"I guess you don't have much time for me right now then?" I stop myself from sighing mostly because I don't want to be that girl that makes my friend guilty for choosing her lifestyle. 

"Yeah sorry sweetie, he thinks I'm getting a glass of water so I should probably go, everything okay?" I can tell she's about to cancel her special plans for me.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, go have fun." I brush off quickly. 

"Well okay, you should get home though it's about two right now." She puckers her lips, a thing she does when she's concerned about me. 

"Will do captain." I give her a lazy salute. 

We turn our separate ways and I already know I'm not going home, not yet at least. I need to clear my mind. I start to head in the direction of the forest, towards the rock. I just need some time to figure out why all this has happened, why I have wings, just anything to get my mind off the fact that my father has killed so many people. 

I tie my cloak around my waist and start to fly with tears in my eyes. 

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