spread my wings

chapter 5

chapter 5

so close to paradise

     A million (six) hours later, school is over. Emily chattered nonstop in my ear as i waited for my bus to  be called. Suddenly I realized that I had not truely flown in many weeks. Sure, I had flapped my wings and soared, but I had not gone anywhere or done anything. 

     I made a silent vow to go on an adventure as soon as possible. a moment later, my bus was called, and I immdeiatly ran for the door. Once on the bus, I pulled out a book, and waited. I waited for a eternity. (an hour.) Finally, we stopped at my street. I hopped off, and walked home.

Home. Finally, home.

     The rest of the week went the exact same way. Waking up, going to school, school itself, bus, home. Never any time to really fly. Not even enough time to just fly.

     It was a week before i got a chance. A whole week. It felt like a decade. But I could now. Mom was leaving for an overnight trip, and Dad always accepted my easy explanation of 'sleepover at Emily's.' 

     I packed a bag with a change of clothes, matches, a knife, two bottles of water, a dozen energy bars, a flashlight, and my journal. I was ready to go.

     I ran out the door, and immediatly take off. If anyone were to look out their window, I would be dead meat.  My wings strain and my shoulders threaten to pop out of their sockets, but I was soaring abouve the treetops in no time. I headed to Tybee Island, and the journy will take a while.

For now, I was alone with my thoughts, a dangerous place for me to be. But i started thinking anyway.

     I had no idea where I got my wings. They seemed to have always been there. I knew that this cant be true, though, as i assumed someone might know about them. The earliest I remember having wings was when i was eight, extending them for a friend of mine.

     She has now moved away, after several therapy sessions. Soon after, I vowed to never take them out again. Still, I couldnt help but jumping off high places and snapping them out like a parachute.

     Soon after that, I started teaching myself to fly. I wanted desperatly to know where I got them, but everytime I attempted to remember, everything dissolved. 

If I tried too hard, I would pass out.

Indeed, just thinking about this made me wobble in the air and threaten to fall. 

     I quickly forced my thoughts to my destination, which was approaching on my right, and away from those murky bits and pieces of my past.