Snow Angel (On Hold)

Chapter One: Never Take Advice From A Cat

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Chapter One: Never Take Advice From A Cat

I wake up on my stomach with my wings wrapped around my body. I slowly stretch and arch my back while flexing my wings before standing up. The early winter air sends chills down my spine and up to the tip of my tail. I walk over to the window in my bedroom and open the thick black drapes. It's early morning, and the sun hasn't risen yet. I smile at the sight; I always love the forests in the morning.

I pull on a pair of black jeans while maneuvering my tail through the hole in the back. I slip on a white sweater Eve made especially for me and my abnormalities. It has a black design of a rose on the front that Eve had sewn on that wraps around my side. It also has two long rips in the back so my wings can be free and exposed. It's not like I have to hide myself in my own house, especially when no one comes up here in the mountains; it's too far from the markets. I slip on the sweater and pull my wings through the rips and button the top of the rips so the shirt is snug against my wings. After pulling on some socks and my black lace-up boots, I head downstairs.

Ben and Eve should be up soon, so I can ask them the question I've been dying to ask all week. I walk into the kitchen and don't even bother lighting the candles since I can see just as well without them. I take a seat at the kitchen table and fold my hands. I see a chocolate curl fall into my view and I blow it with a gust of wind from my mouth so that it returns to its original place on my head. In two days, on December 6th, I will be turning eighteen. I was hoping that they would let me accompany them into town today since I have never left our property here on the mountain. I’m curious to see how life goes on in the markets. More than anything, though, I want to see the humans. The only people I've met are Eve and Ben, and from what I understand, their far from normal with their kind and secluded ways. Sure, there have been visitors to the house, but during their stay I was to remain in my bedroom. I never argued about this though. Eve and Ben have very good reasons why I shouldn't, but now was a time for change.

I know that the world is cruel, and so are many of the people in it. Eve says that as soon as they see the light that shines within me, that they will want to smother it. That's her way of politely saying that I won't fit in with them. Though I'm lonely and even sometimes I even get a little depressed, I know she has a point. The only thing that still makes me curious is that if Eve and Ben are good people,  there must be others without blackened hearts as well. The entire world can't be all bad, or else I doubt that they would have survived the Devastation of 2047. Eve and Ben have been nothing but kind and loving to me these past eighteen years, and that wouldn’t have existed if they were as cruel as they say the world is. They don't realize it, but they give me hope that I have a chance to be normal and to be treated as such.

Anyway, today is market day. Market day only happens once a week and is a day where people come into town to buy their weekly goods and take them home to their families. There are auctions and trading posts, and even a bakery. I’ve never got to experience what average people do every week. So, I was hoping that Eve and Ben could take me with them this time as an early birthday gift. I've asked in the past, but I was hoping that since I'm turning eighteen that they’ll let it be an exception. I just want to see the world, even if it is only once. I don't think that I can live in this house much longer knowing that there's another world out there that I won't get to be apart of.

As I continue to sit there, I hear soft footprints going down the stairs and immediately recognize them.

"Hey Chester," I whisper as the fat house cat waddles in. He meows in response. But what that meow really translates into is that, of course, he's hungry. I sigh before getting up and start rummaging in the pantry for the meal me and Eve had made for him last night. Once I find it, I unwrap the cloth that's covering the bowl and it’s contents and set it down on the floor for Chester. He greedily accepts it while I run my fingers through his silky coat.