Are We Angels?

Prologue: Birth of The Freak

Are We Angels?

Prologue: Birth of The Freak

March 14, 2009

Two knives stabbing my skin.

That's what it felt like. My two "growths" in my back were the cause of the pain, like something was trying to rip it's way out. I was lucky that my father doesn't come home until an hour after I get home from school, my screaming was over powering the loud music coming from my speakers. 

It was an attempt to calm myself, but there was no way I could ignore this. I raised my hands up over my head, trying to find the two lumps on my back. Maybe I can scratch at them, rip the skin and hurry this along. But, I could barely touch them, the tenderness of them making me stop and wince. 

It felt like hours before the pain started to fade, my breath labored and sweat making my hair stick to the skin of my forehead. I sat myself gently down on the bed, my whole body shaking. There was something inside me, I knew it. 

My whole childhood had been about getting rid of the two extra bones attached to my shoulder blades. There have been people like me who were born with them, and the doctors were trying to find a way to get rid of them. But, like any bone in the human body, you couldn't get rid of it unless you removed it by cutting it out. 

Many parents allowed their children to go into surgery to get rid of the bones, and the doctors were successful most of the time. They call them Wing Bones, because the position of the bones were usually resting against the back of the ribcage and came down just along side of the spine. I know that if my father hadn't stepped in, my mother would have had the bones removed. 

A lot of people didn't want the bones removed due to the side effects of the surgery, the extreme phantom pain in the shoulder blades, and eventually the majority of the people who had the surgery done died from it within five years. Though, aside from that, many of the people like me still get it done. 

The reason being is that they don't consider you human if you have the two bones. I don't know why, but it is true. When I was a child, I wasn't accepted into certain schools, the other children avoided me like he plague, and my mother ignored me. My father was the only one who gave me attention, provided for me and was my only parent. 

I told him about a lot of the things that were happening to me, especially since I started to feel the bones shift around and the lumps started to form. They were really itchy at first, much so that it effected my daily life and once I scratch them they just got more and more itchy. Then, the aching started, and they weren't like growing pains that I experienced with my "normal" bones and the wing bones, but it was like something was shoving against the skin there. 

It was the bones, they had shifted around in my back so that the ends of them were poking up against the skin and muscle. I thought they would stay that way, but now I can see that they are trying to push their way out. 

I placed my hands on my face, my breathing calm as I listened for people downstairs. Then, the pain started up again, I felt the two bones shift and then the sharp pain. I yelled out again, standing and fell to the floor of my bedroom, my hands gripping at the carpet. I was ready to scream it out and stay like that until the pain would stop, but it only increased by ten fold. It felt like something was cutting into my skin, and sure enough, I felt a pop and warm liquid stained my skin. I quickly removed my shirt so that I was left in by bra, blood running down my side and onto the carpet. Then, I felt the other lump pop and I felt something stretch out of my back, stinging pain making me wince. I sat there on my hands and knees, staring at the carpet. 

Slowly, I lifted my head. I had a full length mirror in my room, and I knew that I had to see what happened. With a shaking gaze, I looked towards my reflection. The girl that stared back at me was pale, shaking, and had sweat all over her body, blood staining the skin of her sides and ran a little bit down her arms and across her neck. 

But, that's not what I noticed first. 

There were two finger-like bones sticking out from my back, stained red with blood and shook and quaked with the rest of my limbs.