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...
