Faded Wings [Birdtale Sans x Reader]

Chapter 44- Fly Away Or Stay

You stared down at the cracks on the sidewalk, interweaving into each other like a spiderweb. Watching your dangling shoelaces bounce and hit with every step you took. Desperately, trying to ignore the mountain of eyes boring into you. Every time you would look up, you would find another ten pairs of orbs staring at you. Brown, blue, green, amber, black, yellow, red, and every other color of eyes in existence all looking at you. You've always dealt with it, after being the only willing non-flyer in the town. However, it felt far worse now...

"Hey isn't that the girl from the news," someone pointed out behind you 'quietly', "The one with the messed up wings." 

"Yeah I think so," the other person 'whispered' back, "I wonder what happened to them." You huffed quietly and quickened your step, hoping to escape their conversation. 

Some people really need to learn how to properly whisper, you thought bitterly. Throughout your walk, you heard comments similar to just now. Discussing with others about your 'messed up', 'disgusting', and 'ugly' wings upon recognizing you. Even if they were standing right beside you as they spoke the harsh words without a single care. However, it was slightly understandable...

In this day and age, a person's wings are everything. They display a lot about the owner, all the way to the smallest detail. The length of their wings can show how powerful they are; smaller wings for the frailer or timid owners and larger ones for the stronger ones. The care of their wings usually shows their responsibility and status; such as age, social status, wealth, and etc. The quality of an owner's wings is usually for show or to attract a partner/mate. The better they look, the more chances of being noticed for well-paying careers and a good relationship. Now for the color of a person's wings, it could be a mixture of different things. Unlike the common idea that every pair of wings corresponds with a normal bird, there is a majority that has a hybrid of multiple personal attributes. For instance, it could be the owner's favorite color, such as your perfect neighbor. It could also be a mental state, whether it be the brightest moment, darkest, or a mixture of the two. A person's wings would tell you more about someone than the person themselves. And your wings...

"Bro that's the girl from the flying performance," another voice marveled 'faintly'.

"Oh my god," someone else gasped under their breath, "Yeah, her wings are all jacked up and stuff."

Your wings simply told everyone...

How messed up you truly are.

You fidgeted with your small pockets in hopes of calming down. Your fingers feeling the rough denim of your jeans. Your thumb still stuck within your pocket, playing with the bits of lint inside. Breathing in deeply and letting it out harshly through your nose. You felt so small as you felt the wind on your back and the 'whispers' increase. Before it was so easy to mask your existence with a plastic smile and a large jacket. However, both of those we up in the wind and lost from your grasp. Your jacket most likely found by someone along with your satchel. As your smile shield felt weaker due to your chat after your return. Damn John and his words fuc-

"Hey [Y/N]," a voice called out in front of you, pulling your attention from your rude thought. 

Peering up, your eyes landed upon a tired man in his mid-twenties. Wearing a baggy grey sweatshirt with a white tee-shirt poking out below. Along with a pair of black ripped jeans and black high-top sneakers. His kind and once vibrant blue eyes were now filled with newfound concern. Moreover, he had small bags underneath his eyes and his fluffy hair was unstyled. Unlike the usual slick back style with an undercut, his hair was a loose mess. However, being as attractive and young as he was, he pulled it off. He stood very far from you, almost half-a-block to estimate. The little girl adorned in light pink and cotton candy blue beside him looked as confused as you felt. When did they get so far ahead of me?

"What are you doing so far behind us," John asked stuffing his hands into the pocket of his grey sweatshirt.

"Ah sorry," you apologized. Pulling your thumbs out your pocket as you quickly ran up to them. Blurring and muddling any comments as you sped past people to your company. "I guess I was just lost in thought," you explained. Slowing down into a brisk jog when you approached the two. Lightly scratching the back of your head with a small smile. 

"Alright," he doubted as he eyed you up and down. Making you feel just a bit smaller than before underneath his gaze. You tore your eyes away from him and looked at the street, bitting your lip softly. You heard a loud sigh in front of you as well as a shift of fabric. Peeking from the corner of your eye, you see John looking to the building beside you guys with his hand behind his head. Combing the golden tips of his dark chocolate brown hair. "We're here," he said causing you to widen your eyes in surprise. 

Snapping your head away from the busy street, you study the building beside you. A tall red brick building with about four floors. It had light grey trim around the windows and the glass doors. Anyone could've mistaken it for a school building if above the door the words 'Police Station' wasn't written above in thick, boring font. Glancing inside you could see a large group of people on the left. Almost hiding the receptionist who seemed slightly pissed with the group. As well as the pigs in blue who seemed to glare at a monster couple on the right. How did we get here so quickly, you thought shocked.

"Come on. We should go inside," John advised. Stepping in front of you and blocking your view inside. You frowned slightly and tensed up, feeling panic flood into your body. A strong itch to run shot through your mind and body. Your eyes darted to your left, where your sister stood looking up at you. She was close enough, that you could simply grab her and fly away. Yeah, you could just fly away...

Fly away from the shadow and abuse...

Fly away from the questions and the pigs in blue...

Fly away from the comments and eyes...

Fly away from the night beatings and the scars...

You could just fly away from everything and never look back!

"[Y/N]," a voice said sternly making you turn to them. You see John looking at you with worry, a tight-lipped smile on his face. "If you keep running away, then I have no way to help you," 

"How did you k-"

"Please," he begged softly with a hand reaching out towards you, "Come inside and we can help you." You sucked a breath in sharply, putting your holding your hand to your chest. You were shaking lightly and your eyes kept darting to the small figure beside you. Who stood there confused about what was going on and why you looked so scared. If you flew away, then you could start a new life somewhere else. If you flew away, then you could finally be normal. If you flew away, then you could be happy. But...

If you flew away, you would leave the few people that cared about you.

If you flew away, you would still be haunted by the memories and regret. 

If you flew away, then the shadow would win.

You examine John's hand and glimpse at his eyes. Finding nothing but, care and kindness. These were the same hands that gave you warm cups of tea. These were the same eyes that noticed what sweet treat you wanted. These were the same hands that held you when you cried. These were the same eyes that knew you needed support and care. These were the same eyes and hands that you grabbed onto with a strong grip.

"Let's go," you falter faintly. A smile raised onto his face as released a large shaky breath. The slightly forgotten third member of your party stepped up into the corner of your view. Turning your head, you held your other hand out with a soft smile. "Come on Skyla," you said softly. Her eyes watched you with a bit of worry as she grabbed your hand. You squeezed her hand in comfort and as a sign to show that you were alright, causing her to smile too.

John taking the lead stepped forward and pushing the door open. Causing a bell to chime above your heads, alarming everyone inside of your guys' entrance into the building. You observed the large group, noticing how a lot of them gasped and covered their mouths. Some even had tears pricking out their eyes as they stared at you three.

"Hey guys," you chuckled awkwardly as you let John's hand go. Sending the group a small wave as you continued, "How have you guys been doing lately?"