I ran towards the forest, away from the crazy person who was my Grandmother, away from all the hate, all the people who wanted to kill me. When I felt like I couldn't run anymore, I forced myself to keep going, hearing the yells of the people chasing me. I finally couldn't run anymore, and using my wings would just make me to where i couldn't move. I came to a pond, and not knowing any other option, I dove into the water, imagining myself with gills. I sunk to the bottom; glad that the water was cloudy enough to where I was hidden from anyone who looked into the water. I sat at the bottom, until I suddenly passed out.