Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
When I wake this time, my room is bright, and I'm alone. I sit up carefully, wincing when it tugs at the wounds on my back.
I don't see anyone here. I still don't know who was talking to me when I went through whatever that was, or even how I'm alive.
I look down at my arms. The cuts; they're gone. It's like it never happened. But I'm not in my clothes anymore and there's blood on the floor. There's a light blue gown on me and it's the softest thing I've ever felt.
I push myself up off the floor and stumble to the bathroom. I turn on the cold water, filling my hands with it before splashing it on my face. Maybe this is all a dream.
My eyes meet their reflection in the mirror, along with the large, white wings sticking out of my back, the feathers streaked with blood. My blood.
I can't contain my scream.
I'm back at college, so I'm changing my updating schedule. It'll be done sporadically through the week, pretty much whenever I have time and whatever I have written instead of all at once on Wednesday.