Cᴀʀᴀᴍᴇʟ Kɪssᴇᴅ Aɴɢᴇʟ || BNHA

1.1 || Airport Introductions

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I didn't always want to be a hero.

I remember the day of my fourth birthday, my mother and older brother threw me a beautiful party in our backyard. I invited friends from school, church, and anyone else that wouldn't mind coming. Everyone and their parents wanted to see my new quirk so we let them come. That day I kept finding white feathers in my shirt, I thought that maybe one of my friends was playing a boring prank on me until the most painful feeling spread across my body. It felt like my skin was ripping, tearing, making room for something that wasn't there yet, specifically the skin on my back. I screamed and fell to the ground, my legs became too weak to hold me up. Everything after my brother rushed over to pick me up off the ground was a blur for me, thinking of the memory, I can still smell his scent.

I woke up the next day in the hospital. Although nothing hurt anymore, there were still blood-soaked bandages wrapped tightly around my body. I looked around to see no one else in my room except me. That's when I saw them. Behind my back rested the most magnificent pair of angel wings my young eyes have ever seen. I sat and stared at them until the blinding hospital lights forced me to look away. Suddenly, panic set in my bones. A fear I've never experienced before and would take to ever again. I thought I was dead. I began screaming and crying loudly until a young doctor rushed into my room telling me everything was okay. My mother and brother ran in soon after, tears in their eyes once they saw me awake. I remember being so happy that I stopped crying immediately. They wrapped me in their arms.

After pestering him nonstop, my brother told me what happened and why I was in the hospital. At my party, after I lost consciousness, my back started contorting in odd ways. The skin between my shoulder blades stretched and began to tear apart. Long slender bones cut through the torn skin on my back, one after the other, creating a wing-like frame. Blood spewed out of the rips in my skin, coating the new bones in a dark red hue. I remember him telling me that my friends started crying, hiding behind their parents out of pure terror. I felt bad for scaring them, but before I could say anything, he kept talking. "Then they saw the feathers," his soft voice whispered. Beautiful white feathers sprouted out of my back. They covered the terrifying bones and blood. Nobody was afraid anymore, that's what he told me.

That night I had the most vivid dream, I was floating to heaven with my wings gently flapping. As I looked up, I was blinded by the brightest light. I didn't know what was going on, I was only a child. Now after all I've been through and seen, do I understand. When I finally reached the light, I saw outlines of people flying around. They too had angel wings, just like me. A feeling of tranquility moved through my body, I felt safe by simply being there. But it all ended too soon. I heard screaming and all the other angels flew far far away from me. My wings wouldn't do as I wanted and the more I tried to fight them, the more they fought back. Then I fell. It felt like gravity finally took over my dream world. I couldn't fly, I couldn't soar through the sky in attempts to save myself; I was hopelessly falling.

A burning sensation spread across my body. I tried to scream but I didn't make a sound. My vision fogged and I could barely see what was happening around me. I could pick out magnificent green trees, I was falling into a forest. As my small body came close to the ground, the last thing I saw were small black feathers.

I've never had a dream like that since and I never told anyone about it, not even my brother. Perhaps things wouldn't have happened this way if I had. I miss my brother, Shetani. I looked up to him even though our quirks were exact opposites. 'Devil' was his quirk. Opposing me from my white angel wings, he had black devil horns and a slender tail to complement it.

He was murdered at the age of 21.

It happened when I was only 11. I've never felt that kind of pain before and I never want to ever again. When I heard the news, it was like I forgot to breathe. I remember I could physically feel my heart break into millions of tiny pieces. I hate thinking about it. He was jumped while walking home from the library. They never caught the disgusting souls who did that to him, I doubt they even tried. Not here. Not in this neighborhood.