So I guess you could say she was some kind of pyscho. But seriously, come on. Who would believe me if I told them I have a pyschotic babysitter?
People just assumed I was a kid with a runaway imagination.
But soon, things changed.
People didn't assume anymore. People didn't even want to know. As long as I stayed away. As long as we all stayed away.
Because we were weird kids. We started having weird behaviours, doing weird things.
We started spending more time at Elaine's house, because the parents assumed she could keep us in check. We only went home to sleep.
They pushed us away. Into the arms of the devil.
It was my 7th birthday. For 6 and a half years I've been in the devil's clutches. Her needles, potions, all that stuff - her experiments - started taking effects.
That afternoon, my shoulder blades started to itch. The spot between my shoulder blades started to hurt. Josh - another kid about 2 years older than me who was also trapped in the devil's clutches - who was like the older brother I never had, rubbed my back to try to relieve me of the itch and the pain.
All of a sudden it started to burn. The heat went up to my head and my vision blackened and blurred at the edges. Then a sharp pain seared my back and I blacked out.
When I woke up I felt Josh's arms around me, and I saw Elaine's angelic face leaning over me. In that sweet voice of hers, she said, "Come here, sweetheart. Let's have a look at you."
As I struggled to sit up, I felt something on my back. It was trapped under my shirt, whatever it was. "Sweetheart, don't you move, alrighty. Josh, help her take her shirt off."
Josh's face turned bright red. "Uh- B-but I-I-"
Elaine's eyes hardened. "Take. It. Off."
Josh gulped. "Yes, ma'am." He then proceeded to pull my shirt off. I sat there half naked as I heard him gasp behind me.
"What is it?" I asked, trying to see.
"Um, Alex, don't move, alright. You'll be okay. You'll be fine. Does it hurt?" He sounded scared. And a little freaked out.
"Does what hurt?" I looked at Elaine, but she just stood there watching us, as if we were some highly interesting documentary about frog dissection.
I could feel Josh's fingers on my lower back, inching upwards. Finally, he reached my shoulder blades and touched the spot in between.
"It tingles, and it's a little uncomfortable, but no. It doesn't hurt. Why?" Out of nowhere Elaine whipped out a notebook and a pen and started jotting stuff down like she was at a lecture.
His fingers left my back and traced along something, God knows what it is, and I was getting frustated. Then I felt a sensation that made me flinch and giggle. "It tickles. What are you doing?"
"Uh. You might wanna see this." He pulled me to a full-length mirror on one side of the wall and held another mirror behind me.
"Oh. My. God." I gasped and tried to reach it but my hand can't twist the way I want it to.
On my back, on my shoulder blades, were wings. Cherub wings. Small, white, feathery wings.
Elaine walked over and hugged me from the back, the wings squashed between us. "Oh sweetheart, they'll continue to grow. You'll be able to fly in a few months. Isn't that cool?"
"She looks like a freak," a young boy named Jackie blurted out.
Elaine whipped around and glared at him. "She may be a freak, but that doesn't mean you aren't one, too. Get off your high horse. You're all freaks. All of you. Every single one of you!" She turned back to me and smiled sweetly. "Just ignore him, sweetheart. You're beautiful."
A/N: FREAK ALERT. dacookiebomb u got it. So she has wings. I feel like this chapter doesn't have much going on, just that she grew wings. Oh well >.< Vote and comment :)
