Chapter 2

Yeah, yeah… I know, surprise, surprise… but let's get serious again. A few days before the war, my dad told me if anything happened to him or Mom, to cover my wings.

Oh, yeah, forgot to mention, but I've got wings. Massive, eleven-foot, golden wings. So, yeah. I can fly. Pretty fun to do.

But anyway, back on topic. After Dad was killed in the war, the house got really quiet. Mom and I didn't do much. I locked myself in my room almost everyday. Normally I cooked dinner. Then, that day came. I guess I should've known it was going to happen at some point.

Mom died too. She killed herself.

I found her body lying on their bed. A knife, red with blood was lying next to her. Without the blood, she looked as though she could be sleeping.

I buried her the next day. Then, I carried on with life, as much as I missed both of them. I went to school, got a job, and had a decent time without my parents. Sure, I missed them, but it was just like they were taking a vacation.

But one day at school, one year after the war, my friend startled me. Or my friend at the time… She meant it as a harmless little joke, but I got into my defensive position in a heartbeat. My wings unfurled under my coat.

She gaped at me; I didn't know what was wrong. Then she screamed,"MONSTER!" and ran away. I panicked and flew off, only to land in the city. Everyone saw me. They grabbed whatever they could find to hurt me, or…or worse. And here we are. That's my backstory.