I awoke to aching muscles and tense wings. The nights trip had really taken a toll on me, and I was longing for the comfort of my dormitory bed. The reality of my bizarre situation was yet to become a true reality, for this was all happening so fast. 'Why did this have to happen to me? I've never done anything to deserve this in my life,' I thought to myself as I propped my sore body up into a sitting position. My stomach rumbled and I thought about the options I had for finding food. None. I didn't even know where I was supposed to go. Tears started to well in my eyes, spilling over in small droplets.
Once I had composed myself, I sighed and took off into the sky. Still not quite used to my new wings, it took me a couple minutes until I was gently coasting through the cool, morning breeze. Sharp winds sliced my skin, creating a burning sensation on my pale skin. Hunger was now starting to make me feel weak and I was even getting dizzy. 'No, I have to keep going. It'll be worse if I stay,' I had to remind myself every so often. My motivation to fly as far away as I could was starting to plummet, for I couldn't think of a real reason why I should even bother to save my life. I had no loved ones. No family. All of my friends now were caged in dog cages, crying for freedom. I shuddered at the image that came to my mind. I was so used to having an easy, comfortable life in the school. Food was always prepared, and in decent quantities at least. The beds were warm, and even entertainment was provided. I would never be able to have such luxuries again, because of them. A feeling of anger toward the doctor who had probed me with all those tubes came over me and I felt like punching something. More than just something. My life had practically just been taken away from me, and all because of my cursed fourteenth birthday. I resisted my urge to just breakdown and cry, and continued my flight.
My wings then fell limp.
