One Of The Winged

Why can't I just stay in this moment forever, I asked myself sadly. I was up in the sky, looking down at the ground bellow me in amazement. The sun had just risen and was shining warmly on my back, ridding me of a horrible chill that had been with me since the night hours. Suddenly my feeling of security disappeared and my body started to incline toward the ground, my wings being frozen as they were. The ground was rushing up at me through dangerous speeds, nothing to stop my impact if I were to crash into the hard packed soil below. I screamed, terrified of the plummeting. Tears were streaming out of my eyes, blurring everything I saw. My black hair was whipping out behind me painfully as I fell through the air.

Then I saw it, A white figure amongst the red, green and orange blur that was the ground. It was going even faster than me, but upward, toward me. It unfurled below me and I collided with it and felt a warm set of fingers wrap around my arm and feathery wings pump powerfully. But it was no use, now both the figure and I were falling together. Then another figure, a light brown feathery mass, grabbed my other arm. With many down strokes, the two winged people were carrying me into the sky. I looked to the east at what I call a prison and thought , I'm free.






 I woke with a start, soaked in a frigid sweat. I carefully pulled out the tiny pins that had been placed around my face in the dark. The only light animated from a tiny box in the corner where many scientists were watching what had happened in my dream, scribbling down notes on their pads and not even bothering to turn around when I had awoke. Idiots, I thought. Total, complete idiots. I felt a pair of rough hands pry the needles from my fingers, not even noticing that I had tiny drops of blood where the pins had pricked me. Why did I even have that dream, I asked myself warily. escaping this place would be impossible. My room was in a top security lab with guards around every corner. My doors were pad locked, finger print, voice activated and not to mention- pure steel. All I had were clothes, the same thing every time. My 11 journals I had over the years. My bed, and a garbage disposal shoot. Then there was the camera that was rarely on, no one thought I was good enough to have a working camera in my room. Then I had messed up parents who voluntarily give me to the Idiots to look at my dreams and do stupid experiments. Yesterday they made me eat and eat until I puked. I ate 7 barrels of slugs and then couldn't take it. The day before that, they made me hold my breath until I passed out, 10 minutes and 47 seconds. Once they made me drink a drink that made my ears turn red and my eyes cry uncontrollably.

I hated them and they didn't much like me like a buddy either. The only one person I had any bond to was my tutor, who taught me everything I know since I was 3. He is the only nice person here in this prison. The only thing that I look forward to every monday. The only reason I probably don't snap here, in this place.

I heard the door open and close with a loud bang and suddenly my parents were there, standing stiffly in front of me. I glared at them, but they couldn't see in the dark like I could, a relief for me really. My mother handed me a pack of pens. My father handed me a new journal. It was my birthday. They only gave me something on my birthday and that something was these two items. Pens and a new journal to write my personal feelings in. I usually just wrote my dreams, I didn't dare express my feeling to any of the wackos here. I'd be whipped all night... "We're sorry. You can't go outside this year." My father said, not really sounding sorry at all. I kept a straight face, silently fuming inside. Every year on my birthday, they also let me go outside. in a tiny, electrical play pin. It's not much, and I usually get sun burned but I loved laying in the heat. Heat was something this place lacked, it was just cold stone that tried to suck out every rational thought you have. I never fell into it though, I know that they are the horrible people who experiment on kids. Who disect them for fun. That's why I hate how I look, they did it! I'm their experiment. Their Barbie doll experiment. My wings, my hair, my eyes, my whole being is because those Idiots experimented on me. Not normal genetics- my parents don't have wings! They're the stupidest ones here. Out of all the peiple who have fallen into these scientist's trap, they are the ones who did it voluntarily.