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A Feather in the Flames Part:6My new wings were shining, and all of the pain was gone. The wings kind of suited me now that I thought about it. I moved them slightly but just enough to blow a small gust of wind at my mom and Uncle. "This is so cool!" I shouted possibly getting a little too enthusiastic.
Before my mother or Uncle could say anything, I flew into the air with ease. Like I've been learning all of my life. Like flying was just a normal, everyday thing for me. The wind was blowing against my face in the calmest way and I could see the whole forest. My Uncle and mother flew up to join me, but that's when I noticed that our wings were not the same. My Uncle and mother had what you would call "bat" wings, while I had white, angelic ones. I gently fluttered down, and my Uncle and mother followed.
"Wings! I have wings!" I said in excitement. But my excitement soon faded into confusion when I asked "But why are my wings so much different than yours?".
My mother and Uncle simply looked at each other, look
A Feather in the Flames Part: 5It had been a couple days now. My Uncle was getting better and we were almost ready to begin moving. To find Torch. But for me, it was to find answers. The pain in my back was now becoming worse. Other than that, I was perfectly capable of moving on my own.
My mother tried to rub my back to make it feel better, but nothing could touch it without me screaming in pain. My mother still wasn't talking to me. Talking to anyone. The only things she would talk to me or my Uncle about was if we wanted anything. Most of the time, I replied no. But in my head, There were too many things I wanted to know. I was just too scared to ask.
My mother was packing some food that she made and was gathering water for the trip. No one knew where Torch was, but we had all suspected that he was hiding somewhere out in the woods. At least, that's what I suspected. Everyone else just agreed.
We were ready to go, and I could walk, just be in pain. My mother and uncle could fly because they had wings,
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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