The Girl with Wings

Chapter Seven

-Girl-

The boy has a friend. The friend made him leave.

I win.

The friend came over to the boy and they garbled at each other in their human language before the boy got up and left with the friend. The boy looked at me through the trees as he walked away.

I am glad he left, my bones hurt.

I finally stretch on the branch, alone and aloud to move. I stand up and jump to the ground, letting my wings break the fall.

I am far away from home and there is still sun so I begin to walk.

The sun leaves a thousand steps later and my moon returns and with her darkness.

The moon is slim and so is the light so I begin to run.

I jump

I fly.

It feels good to greet my forest after the waiting game. I say hello.

My forest responds, lighting up with my fingertips, a breeze in the trees and the song of the crickets below.

I am soaring with my forest, she and I we are one.

And then there is a bang and I am not.

I am no longer a part of the sky.

My forest is screaming and I scream with it.

I cannot hear, I cannot feel, I cannot see.

And then I join my moon in darkness.