~The sound of wings beating in the air slowly grew louder, and louder, until my hearing was completely blocked off; I slipped into a deep coma...~

I fell upon my bed to rest.

What a hard day it was, and sadly, it was like this everyday. "When will it ever stop?" I said to myself.

It had been over 3 years since my great grandfather had passed away from cancer.

It wasn't like it ruined my entire life, but he was a great man who fought in the second world war. He was a very kind soul, and that also meant that one more greatly encouraging person was gone.

..in other words, one less 'lovable' person in my family.

BANG-BANG!

There was a loud knock on the door, and I knew who it was...it was my annoying as heck sister. it had to be dinner time, cause every time instead of opening my door and simply telling me to come out, they just hit it, which I obviously didn't think was humane. Maybe it was just me? We had Pizzahut as usual, nothing wrong with it at all, but the pizza went FAST.

"So what are we going to do this summer?" I said with a disappointing, yet honest voice. "I told you already, were going to Bush Gardens." my mom said with a stubborn tone.

My mom had always been like this, but when I was at least 12 years old, we were very close, in fact- honestly I was "momma's boy". I was always helping out, and worrying about my mom. But that was over 3 years ago, and I was now 15. My birthday was in August, and it was the most ordinary birthday EVER.

But my cousin saved me from losing my mind at most times at least; he was like my brother.

"I was just saying...we barely do anything exciting." I replied back firmly.

"Then what do you want to do?" my dad replied back to me. He always said the same thing every time. And since it was such a frequently-asked question, I said the same types of things, with a little sarcasm.

"Oh...sky-diving, rock-climbing...uh...getting out of the U.S?" I said dramatically, but with a serious face.

I was a teenager, but I wasn't like most.

I loved to draw, I HATED most of today's music because it lacked common sense and it personally didn't didn't touch my soul at all, but I adored artists that spoke honest truth. They showed music that would only get to 'me'. Yeah, I was an interesting one.

I walked out of the kitchen, and into my room.

Why can't they understand me? I was such a good person, but their attitudes towards me makes me seem so "disrespectful"... I thought to myself. I was probably just overthinking things, admittedly. I was a teenager after all. I was just bored of going through the same things day after day.

I was such an inspirational person, so loyal to one's that respected and understood me, so optimistic about the world we live in, thinking every single moment of my life about so many specific things, but sadly- I was what you would call "a bird who had no wings"; a person who saw him or herself born to travel and explore many places, and the world, but would never get to. [a day dreamer...]

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of my house, and a marching of boots on the first floor of the house... I was on the second.

"Get out of your rooms, NOWWW!" I heard someone tell, a gun clanked and made a 'cha-chink' noise.

"A gun..."

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