I could only feel my plastered body against the concrete. My arms twisted under me, my wings bent, my muzzle bruised....
I could feel the pain in my body, the aching pain all across my body. The only thing that hurt worse was my heart. My soul.
Dreams crushed only feet away from me.
I could only feel the embarrassment from that moment, the shame, the utter defeat. The feeling that I failed
I failed.
That was it.
I could feel someone drag me off the track, maybe a track personnel? I had no idea, my eyes were blurred from my tears, the tears of a smashed hope, a fools dream.
As my body was dragged off the track, I could hear the announcers give echo his trophy, the shouts of joy, the cheers.... That should of been for me.
Then a shocking realization.
The person that was dragging me off the track, was bringing me to crush the only things I hold dear.
My wings.
Brett was dragging me off! To somewhere private, so he could do what he had been waiting a long time for, something he would enjoy doing.
My eyes popped open, and I looked around do a way to get free, I saw the exit, and I determined my plan. I knew that if I escaped now and fled the city, I would never be able to come back, Brett would certainly be looking for me in Baltimare, and he would definitely do something much worse than just break my wings.
So it was either my wings,
Or freedom.
