Canary
Summary: When you hit rock bottom, the only way to go is back up. So what do you do when your wings are broken? A Teo centric.
Disclaimer: There is no profit being made from this.
A/N: This was dedicated to tyrannicalalien on livejournal. This is my first fic (and Avatar fic) in a long time (I apologize to those who read my other discontinued/deleted stories) so be gentle but crit if needed. Overall, I hope you enjoy this.
There was something people called self-control, though I never had an idea what that was. I wanted to be like all the other kids, to be able to walk along them with no anyone looking down on me. My heart is heavy, filled with intense feelings, still I can without worry smile. I probably can relate myself to a canary with a broken wing; it can't fly anymore but it can make an attempt, it is still free to try.
My legs are frozen, probably more than the fire nation's heart. The world begins to spin, I'm seeing the world from a downside point of view.
The sky is sad, you can tell. It only rains when it's sad. Or so my dad told me when I was younger. It's kind of silly but I believe it. It's pouring hard still, I'm waiting for the clouds to clear, the water to wash away the fears so this canary can take to the air again.
Drip, drop; a cold slithering chill falls down from the top of my spine the bottom of my lower waist, where I can no longer feel. My head in pain, small left over raindrops were falling on me; my arms spread and my legs freed, I lie on the cold floor, I let out a small chuckle. I then realized how childish I was to try to be like everyone else. I'm different. My wings would be only used for another purpose; just not this kind of purpose.