Winged Girl

Chapter 1

I suppose it all started the day I woke up with two large bumps on my back. I didn't even notice them until I when in the bathroom and saw them in the mirror. I thought I was dying. I screamed my head off. Well, long story short, I ended up in the hospital and they had bad news for my parents.

"Sara and Derek Woods? Please follow me."

"Your daughter... she is..."

"She's what?! Tell us!"

"I need to explain something first. The teens in her generation have been to develop more. We don't know if the following generation will do the same because they have not reached the right age yet. In late puberty, teens have started to grow, they develop animalistic parts. We don't know why, but some think its evolution furthering itself. Some teens grow tails and animal ears. Your daughter seems to be growing wings."

"What?!"

Let's just say that my parents didn't take that news well. They asked if there was a cure! A cure to something now perceived to be completely natural. They let scientist house and watch me until I finished my "developing". I was poked and prodded, watched and measured until I grew. You might wonder how it felt when the wings broke through my skin. It hurt like nothing I'd felt before, like fire burning my back and opening to let lava pour out. They tried to sedate me, but it didn't work. I also grew horns and a tail. When all the pain was over, I asked for a mirror and looked into it. I screamed in joy and started to cry with happiness. I had wings, big strong wing. I could never be trapped again. I was free.

I was so happy, but I didn't want my parents to know. They would never see this as right or normal. I was the problem child, the one they want to "fix". I tried to tell this to the scientists but they wouldn't believe me, they thought that my parents would be as excited as them. One scientist told me that if my parents loved me enough they would be very happy for me. That didn't reassure me, in fact it made me worried. The scientists met with my parents shortly after with me this time.

"How is she?" They asked, completely bypassing me. "Your daughter is very special. Most teens develop known animals. Your daughter is a mystical creature. A purple onyx dragon! She has dragon wings and horns and a tail! She will have great strength and will fly faster than a jet. The end of her tail is razor sharp and she has a mind smart enough to out think a computer. There are only 4 others like her in the whole world." Hearing the scientist praise me like that made me feel so happy, but the look on my parents' face froze my blood. "And there is no way to reverse this? No way to make her normal?" They asked with a dead voice.

The scientist looked shocked and quite angry. "She IS normal. This is your DAUGHTER. She might have wings and horns but they are as NORMAL as her arms and legs. By your reactions and because of her specialness I am filing a form to have her placed in another dragon's house." Now it was my parents turn to look shocked and outraged. "She is our daughter! You can't do that!" They argued. "Yes, I can. She needs the guidance of another dragon. I can do anything when it is for the good of the child." My parents were enraged. Then the scientist turned to me. "Aadya, do you want to go live with another dragon? I promise it will help you." The scientist looked like he wanted to help so much. My parents snapped their glare to me. My father spoke, "Girl, do as I say and come home with us."

I didn't know what to do.

Had I been reduced to just "Girl"? in their eyes? How could a scientist who had only known me a couple of months call me my name, but my parents who had known me 16 years call me "Girl"? I know my parents hated the dragon part of me......But isn't the dragon part of me still me? Did that me they hated me? Did I want to live with someone who hated me? What is the right choice here? Then I remembered all our fights. How they never wanted me to be who I am. They always tried to change me. Ever since I was 12, they never approved of the people I cared about. "I want to go live with the dragon, I need to. I need to learn about me. And I don't care if you hate me for it, it is what I need. If you love me, you will let me go." I finally said. Then I turned and walk out the door. I ran to my hospital room and burst out in tears. Why? Why are they this way? What am I going to do? What did I do? Where am I going? How far away? Will it be far enough to protect me? Will it be far enough to heal? Will I be able to heal? Am I fixable? Will I learn to be happy? Someone help me... I don't know who I am.

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