Chapter 1

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Trigger warning for abuse, Mentions of eating disorders, cutting, bullying!
Living in a world where everyone has wings can be quite challenging, especially when your the odd one out. People believe what they want, quickly judging and never truly knowing. People only believe what I want them to believe, well what I show to the world.
People think I'm one of those weird rare people that have something tragic happen, or in even rarer cases, born without wings.
They would be wrong.
Now you might ask, "Why Virgil, would you want to make yourself a target for bullying?" Well that's a complicated story, one I don't like to share. All you need to know is I didn't really have a choice.
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I woke up in pain, but I normally always do. I heard my bedroom door slam open, a figure rushing towards me and I instantly knew who it was; my father. Father is a strong term, someone I despise for the pain he brings me.
"Get up you lazy piece of shit!" My 'father' yelled at me while yanking my hair up and dragging me out of my safe haven. He threw me down, my wings flapping around. My body was already black and blue from last night, I hoped he would have been passed out this morning but when do things go my way?
When I looked up, my father was holding something in his hands that made my blood run cold.
Duck tape
Not the cheap ass bad kind, but the really good stuff. The worse part was that I knew what would come next.
I learned to never fight, for it would only be worse for me in the end, so I let him roughly grab my wings and duck tape them to my back. They were in a super uncomfortable position, but I grew up with them like that. When he finally finished I just laid on my carpet, trying to get the motivation to move but finding none. You see, it was my first day at a new school. My mother having to move once more because of 'work'. I honestly don't believe her for one bit because when she is home drunk she's always complaining about how I'm the reason we move. It's not my fault that my wings are trash and I hide them! It's not my fault that my 'father' beats me up and left my wings in the state that they are!"
Well
Well?
I think we all know that it IS your fault
If you weren't born, your parents would be so much happier
I mean, your such a disappointment! Your parents are doing you a favor!
Especially since people would make fun of your wings if they could see them! Your such a fat, worthless freak that souls just kill them self already!
I tried to push the true thoughts out of my head, to no avail. I decided to start getting ready for school.
I brushed my dark brown hair into my face after putting on my foundation and black eyeshadow. My baggy MCR long sleeve shirt with a even baggier jacket on top of that to hide my wings, since for as long as I've remembered my parents have told everyone I don't have wings(not that I'm complaining since I don't have to do anything in PE). My jacket was black and purple scraps sewn together(by me) and black ripped skinny jeans, with black combat books. The finishing touch was my headphones and I was set for my first day back at hell(I mean school... NOT) of course I did other things like brushing my teeth.
Before I left for school, I made sure I had my razor blade in case of emergencies. I didn't bother to grab something to eat considering I was feeling super nauseous(due to my major anxiety disorder) and I was way to fat to be eating. I made sure to double check that I had everything(even though I already checked it like 6 times last night), put my headphones on playing Panic! At the Disco and started to walk to school.
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When I finally arrived at school I headed towards my locker. I hope that no one would bother me, of course my wishes fall on defy ears because when I get to my locker he is waiting there.
Trigger warning! Read at your own risk! Talking about bullying and cutting!
"Hey fat face," Jason says with his smirk.
I didn't reply and looked down at my black combat boots.
"Hey reply when I'm talking to you, you emo freak!" Jason said
I was to anxious to say anything and instead of risking a glance at him, I stayed silent with my head down.
"That's it!"
With those words I knew I was in for it.
Jason put a hand on my shoulder and I was too scared to do anything but follow in that deadly grip. He lead me to a more secluded area where surprise surprise, his friends Ash and Kyle were waiting. When seeing me they grabbed my arms while Jason started punching me in the stomach.
"Your such a fucking freak!"
"Why don't you just fucking kill yourself you mistake!"
"No one would care if you did!"
They all shouted mean things that I already knew and believed.
I was a mistake
I am worthless
I should kill myself
I didn't realize when I was dropped to the floor.
I was curled up with my arms wrapped around my legs that were tucked up in my chest. I could feel my disgrace of wings that were duck taped to my body trying to move and protect me. I just laid there waiting for them to be done.
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I don't know how long it was that they stayed there, beating me up. Soon they walked away. I tried to calm myself down, I don't know how long that took. I hurt all over, but it's not like I haven't before. I pull myself up and headed to the convenient bathroom placed right next to where I got beat up. I walked in and looked in the mirror. Thankfully I still have my backpack with me. I pulled out the makeup remover and my extra makeup I have for emergencies. My left eye was starting to swell, my lip cut, bruises did litter my face. There was a cut I thankfully could hide under my hair. I cleaned up the cut and applied my makeup to cover the bruises that was more than what I wore on a normal day(I don't know makeup so) I still had my classic black eye shadow underneath my eyes.
I didn't bother with any of the other bruises besides taking 4 Advil that I also had in my bag. I then go into the largest stall and lock it. My arms itches, I start to scratch them. After looking at my phone to see it was the middle of first period, why bother showing up now? I grabbed the only thing I could trust in this world, my razor blade.
I pulled up my sleeve and looked at the old cuts, some newer, some scabbed over. I decided to reopen them. All my anxiousness was finally being released. I sighed, because with each cut I felt a release of all of my feelings. The voices didn't matter, my parents didn't matter, no one mattered at this time.
I lost track of how many times I cut, oh well. I opened my eyes
When did I close them?
I looked down at the bloody mess(thankfully it was all just on my arm and not on my clothes or the ground) I made sure no one was on the other side of the stall and when deemed safe, I started to clean my arm up.
Trigger warning ended
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If by some twisted miracle, by the time I finished and headed back to my locker the bell for passing period(end of first) rang. I quickly grabbed my stuff for my next period which was english. I rushed to my class and sat down in my normal seat, in the back left corner. Thankfully there was a window right next to me. I pulled my earbuds on and played MCR(my chemical romance) and waited for the bell to ring.
When it finally did, I had to pull off my headphones. I barely even paid attention to what the teacher Ms.Firestone was even saying until I heard two words that I absolutely hated,
"...group project..."
I tried to pay attention more, but it just felt like the adults from Peanuts. But I did manage to listen back in(sadly).
"They will be in groups of four and I will be choosing them!"
Everyone groaned at that
Then she started to name the groups.
I paid a little attention, so I could hear my name, but was doodling in my notebook.
"Roman Prince, Logan Crofters, Patton Nice, and Virgil Night."
I paused at that, oh no
Roman Prince was one of the most popular guys, he was best friends with Patton, but Patton was friends with everyone, and Logan was the smartest in the school.
Great and they are stuck with me
"I want you to get in your groups now," Ms. Firestone said while sitting behind her desk.
I saw Roman, Logan, and Patton already sitting next to each other, I hastily grabbed my stuff and headed over to them.
"Hi! You must be Virgil!" Patton said when he noticed me. I simply nodded, Patton patted the empty seat next to him and I sat down.
Patton Nice had curly hair that was a supper light brown hair that almost looked blonde that was everywhere. He had round glasses, freckles across his pale skin(not as pale as Virgil though) and bright blue eyes that screamed happiness. He had a light blue shirt with cats and dogs on them, shorts that was kaki colored and pastel blue converse on. He also had a gray cat sweatshirt tied around his neck like a cape. His wings were beautiful. They went from a darker sky blue to a almost pastel blue. The colors melted together making the winds look like they shimmer like a lake in the sun.
Patton was popular because of his sunny disposition. He was in so many after school programs and clubs. It was impossible to not smile when seeing him, I tried my best to not.

I had Logan across from me. Logan had darker brown hair than Patton, but lighter than my practically black hair(think dark chocolate) which was slicked back. He had glasses light Patton, but Logan's were black and had thicker frames than Patton's wired ones. Logan has darker skin than Patton, no freckles. Logan had dark blue eyes that seem to brim with knowledge. He had a black polo shirt, a blue striped tie, and dark blue jeans. His shoes were simple black tennis shoes which kind of surprised me. His wings were kind of similar to Patton with a mix of colors but his were a mix of darker blues. The tips of the wings were black. Logan was well known as the smartest guy there. He was also friends with Patton and Roman so no one could touch him or make fun of him being a nerd. Logan was also known as someone that didn't show a lot of emotions, a neutral expression on his face. Doesn't surprise me.
Next to Logan, across from Patton day Roman. Roman was the most popular guy at school. Well known for the flying team and theater. He is the reason no one can touch Logan or Patton. He had his brown hair(chocolate shade) swept to the side. He was the darkest out of them all, being super tan from being outside so much. He had soft brown eyes that showed his many emotions. He had his letterman jacket which was the classic red and white colors. Under that he had a simple white shirt on. He was wearing blue jeans and red converse. His wings were also amazing. They looked like fire, with the mixture of bright red, orange and some yellow.
Logan started to talk about the project. When I found out what it was about my anxiety spiked. It was about goddam wings and their meanings based on colors. Can't I go one place where wings weren't mentioned?
Nope because everyone has them, even you
I blanked out, but made it look like I was paying attention.
"I do believe it would be a great idea if we met after school to work on this, that means that we would need your phone number Virgil."
Thankfully I snapped back in at the right time. I wrote my number down and shoved the paper towards them, the bell rang so I grabbed my things and ran, not looking back.

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