Hey fanfictioners! I hope you enjoy this prologue to my new story, Her Invisible Wings. Yes, this is a short entry but the following chapters will be much longer! R&R and tell me how you like it! Enjoy!

Prologue

The walls were sterile white and unforgiving; a cream colored tile claimed the floors beneath my shoes. Bright lights bleed into my eyes, so unintentionally blinding.

She sat in the middle of the small, brass bed, tangled in the sheets as if she'd just had a battle with them – and by the looks of it, she'd lost.

Her small breath heaved in and out of her petite, fragile body as her sobs hammered her shoulders. Her wet cheeks glisened.

I stood at the doorway awkwardly and then dropped my head to my feet shamefully as her broken voice captured my ears.

"I'm not crazy," she tells me casually. "Honestly. I'm not."

My eyes trailed up to her again, taking in the sight of her crazed eyes and straight jacket that led me to believe otherwise. I swallowed hard on a lump in my throat.

"It's not like I've ever physically hurt anyone, or cut myself or gone anorexic. i've never done any of that shit. I'm not stupid." Her soft voice is urgent.

"So . . . I tried jumping off a building." She giggles at this, thinking it's somehow funny. "I mean, I wasn't trying to commit suicide. I wouldn't die."

It's then that I realize just how truly sick she is. What she doesn't know is that I'd checked her files. The building she was found on was a good ten stories high. How could she say it so easily? How could she say she wasn't trying to kill herself?

"Wanna know a secret?" She offers.

I don't respond, but she continues to tell me anyways. I can hear the whining of the springs under the bed as she leans forward closer to me.

"I have wings," she whispers in a dreamy voice.

I close my eyes shut, trying to keep myself calm.

"I can fly," she insists.

My fists clench at my sides tightly. I refuse to look at her.

"Do you want to see them?" she asks sweetly.

I don't say a word.

"No? Don't believe me?" her voice rises as she starts to realize the tension rolling off of me.

"Well, then you can go fuck yourself," she spits out.

My head snaps up at this, my eyes meeting her furious glare. Hot fresh tears stream down her face. Her lip curls. "I hate you." She's shaking her head at me, as if she disappointed. "I thought I could trust you."

Slowly I start to turn back to the door. "You can trust me," I promise, breaking my silence. "You can trust me because I love you."

Just as I'm about to leave her room, I stop at her words, all anger gone and replaced by desperation.

"Help me."

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