Flightless Bird

Prologue

She was driving me absolutely mad. Eighteen years, eighteen years with her. With that song. Flower, gleam and glow. Flower, gleam and glow. Flower, gleam and glow. Spiraling in my head for years and years. Eighteen years of being harassed and bullied, eighteen years of being alone.

I couldn't do it, not anymore. Mother had bars on the window now, she saw me on top of the tower's window with my feet hanging off the edge. She thought I was going to jump.

I just wanted some air, I wanted some relief from seeing the same thing day after day after day. I'm surprised that didn't go through my mind, I would be free of all of this.

I would be free of those walls that inched closer and closer each day. I'd be free of pacing from chore to chore just to make the seconds go faster.

I'd be free of my mother. The one patting my head as if I was some obedient dog, the one who placed that song into my head, the one that made me feel insignificant but could never live without, the one that called me fat and stupid.

I was done, absolutely and positively done. I was done feeling like a caged animal. I was done feeling like a flightless bird.