Wings Of The Broken

The Beginning

"My name Is Jake, Jake Grayson I am twenty-three I've got white hair and one brown eye and one blue one I've got freckles sprinkled across my nose, that's what Johnny used to say he said they were little sprinkles across our faces. Me and him were really close we did everything together though we couldn't do that much really, if we messed around near him would beat us. He hated us, we don't even know why he never told us. I have an idea but i'm not positive if im right or not. I think it's because of our mom, she died. She died after me and Jonathan were born due to complications. I'm sad that I never got to meet her maybe she could have prevented everything. All the pain and anger, but its not her fault I can't blame her. I tried to for the longest time but I realized that she didn't want to die, she didn't want to abandon us but she did and that's okay. It's all his fault. He's our "father" but he was never a father to me or Jonathan. I can't' stop thinking about Jonathan now and it makes my heart feel like it's gonna rip out of my chest because it can't handle anymore pain and sadness. I think about how my johnny's gone I can't get him back now he's gone forever my eyes start to tear up. I wipe my eyes and I stand up and I want to grab something and throw it. I take the ceramic mug thats on my nightstand and throw it against the door as hard as i can. It shatters into tiny pieces. Why did it have to be him, why do they have to kill my johnny, he was all I had. He meant everything to me, the only reason I was ever able to bear living with that scumbag drunk is that I knew my johnny was there with me. I miss him all the time, before I know it im on the floor sobbing. I try and contain my emotions, I take deep breaths even though I want to scream I finally stand up. I wipe my eyes, throw on a loose fitting jacket and storm outside angrily.

Im leaning against one of the front wall of my apartment complex one foot against the wall the other firmly planted on the ground. It's been nine years since he died and I'm still not over it, I still can keep my emotions down when I think of him. Its difficult to get out of bed in the morning but i've been working on it. Everything's just hard I feel like minds cloudy all the time. My favorite part of the day is when I wake up because there's this ten second little period where I have no idea where I am and who I am. I also have no idea what's happened to my life, and I like to forget what's gone on in my life. I Grab a cigarette outta the pack in my pocket I grab my lighter but I don't quite get the chance to light it. I look up and see a girl walking past me I mean I see girls outside my complex everyday but her, she's different. We make eye contact for a split second, but that's enough for me to know. Her eyes widen and she starts walking faster. She has white hair down to her ankles, she's so pale she looks almost like shes a ghost. She's got one yellow eye and one green eye with three freckles under each eye. she's in a black trench coat, the trench coat Isn't button, I can see her shirt it's a black shirt that ends at the middle of her ribs, she also is wearing shorts that reach a little above mid thigh with black boots that reach her knees and they have about four inch heel. On most girls this looks slutty but her, she is breathtaking. I call out to her, she doesnt turn around so I start walking after. She looks back at me for a second then breaks out into a full sprint I start running after her. She's faster than me, how I haven't a clue considering she's in heels and every other girl out there would have broken their ankles by now. I can't keep up Finally stop, calling to her one more time trying to get her to look at me and to stop running. I see the back of her trench coat fluttering as she's running away. Its misshapen, it looks like two large oval bumps on her back. It's very odd, well mean it's just that... It's just that we look a lot alike. Well not really but what I mean is we have a lot of the same features. We both have one of our eyes a different color than the other eye, the white hair, and I have wings, and I'm almost positive thats what shes hiding under her trench coat.

One thing I didn't tell you about me earlier,my brother, well how he died was terrible. It was these scientists, they did experiments on us for years their experiments it did this to me I have more than just wings. There is so much they did to us, there's so much to explain.

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