I am sixteen and I have just seen something I never expected. Something I never hoped I'd see.

The death of my Father. My only blood family.

I know I can't bear to even begin dealing with this.

I can feel my almost 5 foot tall frame shaking as my hazel eyes well up with tears.

I turn invisible, untuck my wings and fly. I don't care where I go as long as it's away.

Somehow my flight leads me to a gray tower in space.

I turn visible once inside and cry my heart out as my waist length brown hair dangles down towards Earth where I left my Father.

I wipe my wyes and the first thing I see is Superman staring at me. I realize instantly that I'm on the Watchtower. I'll be safe here.

Plus Superman is one of my favorite heroes...