Have you ever heard the story of the girl who could fly? She was a lonely girl, born to a normal family, but abandoned because she was different, You see, this special girl had something most don't have. She had wings. Beautiful, midnight black wings that allowed her to fly like a bird. Many wished to know her secret. Why did she have wings? What allowed her to have them when other didn't? So she was taken in by a group of scientist. Each having their own questions. Many years were spent in the facility. Until one day the girl had enough.
I will not die.
That sentence was repeated in the girls head. Each step she took was another step away. Green eyes flickering to every slight movement, hands gripping the strap of her bag as she walked. There was no goal in her mind, no destination she was headed for. No, she just wanted to get away. If she faltered for even a second, let her guard down for one split moment, then it would be all over. She could not risk it.
I want to be free.
The on-coming storm made it hard for her to see where she was going. Every gust of wind wrapped around her as if it was trying to take her with it. For every flash of bright lightening, came a loud crack of thunder. Letting her know just how close the storm was. Seven seconds she counted, picking up the pace. Her steps pounding lightly against ground. Five seconds. Another crack of thunder following the lightening. If she didn't hurry then the storm would get her.
I will not be controlled.
"Stop! I said to stop!" That voice, calling out to her again through the rain. Her heart sped up, eyes widening and grip tightening on her bag. They were going to catch her at this rate. No, that could not happen. She would not let them take her back. As that thought filtered through her mind, the girl started running. She did not care for the falling rain, or the harsh wind. The lightening flashing, illuminating the way for her. She was going to get away. No one would stop her.
I am not your puppet.
A triumph smile worked on her face when she no longer heard the man running for her. Soon she would be free. Soon, she would be able to do as she wished with no one to control her. No more test. No more needles injecting chemicals, or taking blood. No more creepy doctors making her do things she did not want to, like run for hours with no resting. With out second though, the girl let her pitch black wings unfold from her back. The wind catching them easily, and just like it was second nature, the girl flew.
I will not die.
The girl flew and flew. Her wings carrying her far away from those that wished to hurt her. Away from the ones that abandoned her. She did not car where she was going, for the wind was her friend and she trusted it to get her some where safe. Some where she would be loved, protected, and wanted. For that is all the girl with the wings wanted.
