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I crouched on the terrace of the tall building in downtown. A tear streaked my cheek and I brushed it away. The night was cold, but I didn't care. My heart was colder. I let out a choking sob as I pulled my knees tighter to my chest. I was just a kid. I was only fourteen as of that month and as if my life wasn't screwed up enough, let's ad some horribly painful mutations.
I was a freak. I thought I was weird before, but I was particularly weird now. It had happened on the day of my birthday. After everyone had gone home and I was putting my stereo back into my room, hooking everything back up when this sharp pain like someone was ripping out my shoulder blades made itself known. I screamed in pain and collapsed on the floor but no one was there to hear me.
My mom was gone. She was over at a friends house, helping with some errands, living her life, and her mistake of a daughter was hunched on the floor…sprouting wings.
They were small at first, but they grew fast, and hurt more and more every time they did, but I learned to keep them hidden. What would my mom think if she found out that I was a mutant freak? She'd hate me for sure!
I sniffled and looked over my knees and arms, into the deep darkness of the night. Below, the cars growled as they moved down the street and the buildings shook a bit when an airplane passed low over head. I stood up and brushed the dust from my dark jeans and black jacket and peered over the edge.
You know, it's bad enough that I was a disgrace to the human race, but it was even worse since I was also a disgrace to other mutants…if there where any. Yep, that's right folks, laugh it up. I couldn't fly.
I didn't know how. My wings seemed like they where fully grown now, and they hurt much less. I hadn't had a sudden growth spurt in over a week, and my feathers weren't down fluff anymore. Tonight was the night. I pulled my jacket off and held it firmly in my hand as I pulled out my pocket knife and opened it.
Here goes nothing. I stabbed the black fabric in the back, right about where the inside of my shoulder blade would be, then cut a long, thin hole, and repeated so on the other side. After gently sliding my wings through the slots and zipping up my jacket, I replaced y pocket knife into my pocket and looked over the edge. I spat and watched it fall to the ground.
While simultaneously growing wings, I also developed an acute sense of smell, hearing, and sight so I could see and hear the spit basically until it hit the ground.
Or the shoulder of the homeless guy who thought he'd been pooped on by a bird. In reality, he'd been spat on by a bird kid, but close enough.
It was a long drop, but the shock of the distance had faded since I had climbed up there previously about five or ten times. I looked up at the sky. The black night sky was blotched with grey clouds that glowed in the moonlight. I took one last glance at my watch.
It was 11:30; Time to fly. I extended my wings, stretched, then stepped to the edge.
Begin countdown.
10
9
8
I sighed and looked down at the streets below.
7
6
I heaved a sigh and looked straight ahead again
5
4
I closed my eyes and extended my arms again.
3
2
One last thought crossed my mind. It was the memory of what my mom used to tell me before I dived into a pool. She used to always warn me about the edge of the pool because she was afraid that I would smash my face on the rim and break my teeth, so she made me jump a bit when I dived in.
"All right, mom." I whispered as a tear streaked my cheek and ran down to my chin.
1
I leaned forward, and then leapt forward a bit. It was enough to propel me away from the edge.
I fell fast and hard but I forced my wings down and steadied myself, then slowly climbed a bit and coasted. I was flying.