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My life as a mutant bird-kid
No longer ironic
RPOV
As soon as the fog lifted, the irony wasn't funny anymore.
Those kids were back. I could see them coming straight towards me, with anxious faces. I was sitting right where I am now, but the sky's slightly darker. My head tilted to the side in the vision. What was happening? The kids weren't far away, before something dropped in front of me. I could hear myself screaming as a man turned to face me. He smiled, sending ice down my spine. I was still in the wheelchair and couldn't protect myself as he leapt towards me.
Familiar hands lifted me from my chair as the stranger was inches from me. But even my Dad wasn't quick enough to save me. The strange man shoved my father aside and picked me up. In the distance, I could see the other kids darting at me. I screamed again as the man unfolded ugly, hairy wings from his back and took off, taking me with him.
I heard myself screaming even before the fog came back. So when the fog left, it was no surprise that I was still screaming. I could hear my family trying to comfort me, but it seemed distant. I could still see the grin on the mans face before he kidnapped me. I could still feel when he shoved my father away from me. I could still feel his hands as he picked me up, and took me away from my family.
But the worst thing, I would never forget the feeling of pure horror as he took me from my home. It felt like (and probably was) hours before I stoped screaming, before my shrieks turned to nothing but shallow breaths.
I didn't sleep that night. I stayed up all night, watching taped cartoons over and over again. But no-matter how many times Wile Coyote blew himself up, or how many people failed to shut Bugs Bunny up, I did not laugh. I did not smile. I kept rocking back and forward on the couch, hunched over in a little ball, trying to forget that face, that grin.
I jumped when I heard Heidi's footsteps on the linoleum floor, walking to the kitchen. She joined me in the lounge room a minute later with a bowl of Wheet Bix on her lap. I kept rocking back and forth in my little ball, jumping occasionally when Heidi laughed at the TV.
Eventually, she turned it off and faced me. "What did you see?" she asked. I just shook my head. She sighed, "You stayed up all night, watching cartoons. You didn't laugh once. That must've been one hell of a vision." She sat down next to me.
"It was awful." I started. "You know those kids from last week?" she nodded. "They were flying towards me, looking really worried. Then, this man," I stopped to shudder. "He dropped from the roof. He was right in front of me. He grinned," I felt a tear slip down my cheek, and sniffled, not bothering to wipe it away. "He stepped towards me, just, just grinning, like those psycho killers you see on TV. Dad was there. He picked me up from the wheelchair. But," I shuddered again. "The man was so fast. He hit Dad, and shoved him away from me. Then, h-he unfolded these wings. They were really ugly, furry and they looked like they had just been stitched on." My hands were trembling and my whole face was drenched in tears. "He just grabbed me, he took me away. It was horrible." I buried my face in my hands, just sobbing.
Heidi started rubbing my back, trying to comfort me. I let her. Then, I fell asleep, exhausted from staying awake all night. When I woke up, I would prepare myself for the worst.
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