Remy- being on the run for my life, I don't trust people too often. When I do not trust people that means I don't go into other people's homes, and that means I don't get to shower… So now, I stand under the school's shower and try not to enjoy the feeling of having all the oil, dirt, and nasty stream off me into the drain.
I scrub my hair with the magical thing called shampoo and conditioner. I forgot how pretty my hair was, when it's clean. I shave to, I want to die clean and have smooth, silky skin. I tip my face to the water and let the oil and dirt emerge from my pores. Finally, you lose your sense of humanity when you aren't cleaned for a long period of time…
Suddenly an alarm blares loudly. I guess my pre-death state of bliss, is now over. I stand in the shower stall, naked and shivering. My wet hair falls down my back and I wait. The ice queen returns. Her skeptic eyes roll over me in a way that makes me uncomfortable. "You're too fat in some places and skinny in the next. You are an entirely failed specimen. You revolt me, Remy".
I'm dressed in a long mint green dress and my hair is braided back. Why am I dressed so formally? I guess the ice queen wanted something of my existence to be correct. I'm in a sterile white room. I lay on my back, with my wings spread out. My last moments of life…
The flock ran desperately through the white halls of the school. Remy was scheduled to die… They were going to save her… Iggy held onto Gazzy's hand and was led through the seemingly winding halls. Just hang on a little while longer, Remy… Just a little while longer and we'll save you…
Remy- my mother walks in. Her eyes are cold and her mouth is grim. "Breathe your last breath, you horrible excuse for a daughter". She holds a needle and advances at me. I smile at her. Yes, mother dearest. She grasps my arm and plunges the needle into my veins. I yelp or a moment. Then I feel the lethal serum racing though my veins…
Mother dearest pats my head and walks from my room. My eyelids feel heavy… I can feel my thoughts begin to slur. The door flies open, and I see the flock roll in. I weakly wave my fingers. "Remy"! They call. Hey, guys… Sorry that you get to see me on my deathbed. I drop my head back against the pillow. Iggy runs over and embraces me in his arms. I gift him with sight. "Remy, please don't die"! Iggy pleads. I rest my head on his chest. I'm not scared anymore now Ig. I'm just sleepy. Will you stay with me, till I fall asleep? "Of course Rem, just sleep though. Don't die though. I forbid you to die"! Mhmm… I mumble. I shut my eyes completely, thus shutting the projection and let the darkness consume me.
Iggy heard her quit breathing and felt her pulse stop beating. Her skin began to become cold, and she was limp in his arms. "Remy! Please wake up"! He called. Though it was no use, Remy was dead. Her feathers of her broken wings tickled his arms. She would never again grace the sky with her beauty, power, and strength. He stroked her wings, and plucked three feathers from her wings. He would carry her wings, with him. Where ever he went….
The flock flew in silence. Remy's death lurked in the air like a rotten smell. The feathers in Iggy's pocket felt like lead weights. He refused though, to let them go though. It was the last piece of her that would always cherish…He thumbed the silky texture of the feathers and flew higher to the sky. The sunlight was so strong on his face, he could almost see it. It reminded him of Remy's projections. He could fee her spirit with him, he could almost see her, with her delicate boned face tipped to the sky, her bright golden eyes dancing with happiness and laughter and set framed by a heavy case of lashes. He could almost see the waves of brown hair streaming behind her. He could almost see her pink lips forming a smile and egging him to fly faster… The pain and grief in his chest lifted, at that thought and he flapped his great wings, and lifted higher into the sky.
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO FINISH! But it's finally done! YAAAAAAAAAAAY