Alive

Song: A Piano solo to "My Heart Will Go On" ... I used yoursoul85 of youtube's version.

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I sat against the door of my "holding cell." Whitecoats hovered around me, occasionally checking in on my progress. That's right, the Flock wasn't the only sucessful bird kid group. I was intended to join them, but I escaped only later when they set me free from the Institution. Now I faced my mistake, shivering and scared. Who am I? Sad thing: I don't even have a name. But to everyone that sees me now, I'm Subject 5. How is this possible, you ask?

Subject 1: Max

2: Fang

3: Iggy (though he and Fang are about the same age, I hear.)

4: Nudge

5: Gasman

6: Me.

7 through 10, I watched die. Horribly and painfully, as the scientists thought to give them expiration dates. They all had names, yet they never gave me one. First sign of dates: they would start to break down. Their wings, we would watch them deteriorate until two long, red, fleshy cuts where all that remained of their flight and freedom. Then, one night, they would just die, always talking in their sleep about their long lost wings. It's painful, disgusting, yet something that we cagemates always held dear to our hearts. Subject 6 was my sister. My biological sister. She died one night, as I sung her to sleep quietly. She knew my name, and she told me on that night. Melody. Seems like a cruel, sick joke to have my voice trapped inside my mutated, inhuman self. I would bring her back if I could, because I don't deserve to be alive. But then again, no one here gets what they deserve.

Least of all her.