Wings Gone and Mind Broken

by HopelessWings

A true story about a 13 year old girl who's big sister introduced her to the Maximum Ride books and she becomes obsessed with them. She starts wearing necklaces with wings on them and she wears shirts with wings on the back. She makes references to "her wings" and she even believes she can fly.

1. Chapter 1

Mia:

I set the book down and checked the clock, 1:06am. Only 3 hours! That was the fastest time yet! I had just finished the first three Maximum ride books for, like, the onehundreth time! I crawled out of the little cave I had made for myself using my bunk bed, several blankets, and a whole lot of pillows. I walked over to the mirror and turned around. I lifted up my shirt and stared at my back. It was red and raw from me clawing at it all the time. If only I could get a knife back there and cut the wings out of my back. I might cut them though. I don't want to damage them.

I went back to my bed and layed down. I lifted up one of the blankets and looked out my window. "I wish I could see the stars." I wispered thoughtfully. "I bet ubove the clouds there are no city lights to make them dissapear." I dropped the blanket and let it fall back to its usual place hanging from my top bunk. I reached down and unplugged the strands of X-mas lights strung around the top of my bed. My eyes ajusted to the dark fairly quickly.

I spend most of my time up here. My parents don't like it very much. They hate it when i put on my headphones and watch YouTube or listen to music and just block out the world. Block out reality, but what if reality is only what you believe. What if normal is only what you know. I know I'm not normal to society. I hate society. It expects people to know certain things by a certain age or do certain things at a certain time. America is supposed to be a country of freedom. I mean, yay, they got rid of slavery, but many people died in the process. Everyone was saying it was wrong, but that was what was normal for them.

I can't wait until I finally grow my wings then I can fly away from this aful controlled world. There always has to be a ruler. There always has to be a God. Why do people have to have something to worship, follow, bow down to. They always end up hating it one way or another in the end. God didn't answer your prayers. The old leader or presadent died and they all hate the new one. Why can't people just THINK FOR THEMSELVES! I hate the way this world works. I wish I could find a perfict island with lots of fruit, that you can walk around in a day. With a little hill and a stream with fresh water to drink from.

I know I will get there sooner or later. Hopefully sooner. I will get my wings and I will find my heaven!