He looked down at his own hands, quivering. His skin usually a pale milky white was now in an unnaturally pale state, showing off his veins more clearly. This making him uneasy, he rushed out around the corner of the room to the mirror hanging on the wall. What he saw made his stomach ache and his knees weak, it wasn't like a mirror at all it was more like a strange man was looking back at him now. The deep, raw blue of his eyes before had now turned stunningly bright and abnormally violet. His hair felt thicker and looked it as well. Running his fingers through it he noticed the darker shade it had turned in only minutes, he never realized the difference his soft, light brown hair normally made with the shape and curves of his face. The dark brownish black it had turned had completed the change and made him feel like he belonged in the shadows, as if he were no longer part of the day world.
Sharp pains came suddenly in his back, a burning, ripping sensation in between his shoulder blades. He couldn't help but groan and yell in agony, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling his shirt, he had to see just what was going on. He yanked his shirt over his head and twisted around in the mirror to see what almost looked like a rash starting to form in two vertical lines next to each other. They started to get irritated and red and as the spots on his back grew worse, so did the pain. He fell to his knees, the pain suddenly escalated and shot through his spine, the irritated rashes then began to split. It was a feeling hard to describe, his flesh being torn, holes in his back but then almost like something was pushing its way out of his body, things growing from his back. It kept going and going, the pain felt as if it would never end and feeling a tickle through all of it on his cheek, he wiped at it to discover tears that has escaped without him knowing, then he slipped away into blackness.
Consciousness crept back into his body as sun slipped through and hit his face, he tried sitting up and had to give himself a minute to fully recuperate and remember what all had happened. He felt different, just sitting up felt much different, like he needed more effort to do so but at the same time he needed no energy at all. He needed to look at his back; he didn't see much blood around him so what exactly was that? Was there still scratches or bruises or cuts? He stood up using the wall as his crutch, his back ached and he felt as though he were lifting something heavy on his back. He got up to the mirror, around his eyes were a little red from the tears. He didn't need to turn around to see the big black feathered things that started above his shoulders and draped down, turning around revealed the rest of though. They were long and smooth looking, pitch black and reflected an almost blue tint in the sunlight. He just stared; he couldn't think or move, he couldn't take his eyes off of them. He had grown wings.