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Girl on the roof

‼WARNING‼ This story has triggering/sensitive topics, please don't read if you're not comfortable with such content.

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The wind whips her hair around her face, shielding her expression from the world. The darkness of night surrounds her, cradling her in a blanket of black.

She doesn't feel the cold seeping into her bones. All of her attention is on the ground hundreds of feet below her.

She had been through too much. Too much abuse. She was finally going to end it. Freedom.

A small smile turns up the corners of her lips. Just thinking about the word freedom makes her feel happy, even if just a little bit.

She looks up at the sky, watching the stars. The stars were always dull to her. Everything was. She couldn't understand what people meant when they said the high sky was beautiful.

Not tonight, though. The stars were so vibrant. She was finally able to see what beauty was. Too bad it was the first and last time she would see the stars in their full beauty.

She closes her eyes, and takes three steadying breaths. She leans forward, the dark melting away from her form. The lights of the city engulf her as she falls.

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I'm flying above a city, the bright light illuminating everything.

The sky is cloudless. The stars are bright in the sky. Somehow, the light from the city isn't interfering with the light from the stars. Odd.

I glance down and spot a young woman. She looks like she's in her teens or early twenties. I frown. Why is she on the roof of such a tall building?

I see her look up and smile. She closes her eyes and leans forward, and I understand why she was up there.

I quickly dive, my pitch black wings folding against my back and my long hair flailing behind me as I reach out my arms, wanting to catch her before she hits the concrete.

A weight hits my arms, and I know I've caught her. She's light for her size. I spread out my wings and fly upwards, bringing her back to the roof. Even though she's light, I can't carry her for long.

I lay her down carefully on the concrete of the roof, not wanting to hurt her. I check her for any injuries from the fall, and my breath hitches when I find bandages wrapped around her arms under her black hoodie.

I flinch back as her eyes shoot open and she quickly sits up. She looks over at me, wide eyed. Her eyes are a beautiful emerald green, and they sparkle when they catch the light from the city. There's this . . . dullness to them, though.

"Who-? why-? What are you?!" The girl exclaims, an indescribable expression on her face.

I look at her with a face of surprise. She's not even talking about what she just . . . attempted. I start to talk.

"Well, my name is Karasu, I saved you because you were falling, and I am human . . . I think, but I do have raven wings." I look at her intently, waiting for her response. Its not every day you meet someone with raven wings, after all.

"Karasu . . .? Really? Thats literally just raven in Japanese," the girl says with one eyebrow raised, clearly amused at my name. But . . . there's still that dull look in her eyes . . .

"Are you ok?" I ask her, both to actually know, and to change the subject from my name.

Her face smooths out, expertly not showing her emotions. It's like an iron wall with indestructible material used as supports.

"I'm fine," she says, her face still blank.

My lips turn down in a small frown. She is definitely not fine. I just had to save her from herself, and those bandages . . .

"Why do you have those bandages?" She flinches as I say that, definitely a very sensitive subject. She needs help, though, and it seems like I'm the only one in her life that would care about the answer.

She definitely sees this truth, and her face changes. Its a face of suffering. A face that has seen too much sadness in it's life. Her emerald eyes well up with tears, catching the light as they fall down her cheeks to the concrete roof.

I gently pull her into a hug, letting her quietly sob into my shoulder. I run my fingers through her red hair to calm her down, and I rub small circles on her back.

She eventually pulls away from me, her pale, freckled cheeks stained with tears. I rub my thumbs over her cheeks to take away the tears. She leans forward into my touch, clearly tired from all of that crying.

I pick her up in the bridal carry, and start flying towards my house. It's just a small cottage in the middle of the woods. It's far away, but with the darkness of the night helping me, it's easier to carry her. It's never done that before.

After about 30 minutes of flying, I arrive at my small cottage. I land lightly on my feet, and I approach the door to open it. I stop abruptly, though, because a small rope of darkness emerges from the shadows and opens the door for me.

I look down at the girl in my arms and see that shadows are wrapped around her arms, and other random parts of her body.

I quickly run inside, and set her down on my small cot. I bring a lantern and hold it over her to make the shadows disappear. They roll off of her like oil, but leave nothing behind.

I grab bandages from my small medical kit, and unwrap the bandages that are already on her arms. I was expecting to see marks and scars, but there was . . . nothing.

I give a start as a thought crosses my mind. The shadows healed her. Could she be . . .

I stand up, and walk to my old bookshelf full of books. I run my finger on the books until I find the one I'm looking for. I grab it and sit down on the chair next to the cot. I open the book to a certain page I remember seeing, and I stare wide eyed at the page as my eyes land on the picture.

A pale, red haired girl with freckles, surrounded by live shadows. It almost looks like you can watch the shadows on the page move. A shiver rolls down my spine as I look at the girl. The same person.

I look back at the page and laugh under my breath. She was really talking about how my name was just raven in Japanese? Hers is just shadow in Japanese. Kage.

I jump as Kage shoots up in bed, shadows surrounding her, draping her in a cloak of darkness. Shadows fill the small cottage and shoot out the door as I let out my final scream before the world is plunged in darkness.

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The first short story! I you want, you can critique my writing.

I just randomly got a burst of inspiration, and thats why I started this little oneshot/story book.

Anyway, have a nice day/night, and remember to drink water.

1210 words :)