objected or asked them to stop. Anything.
My vision blurred slightly and I felt a headache approaching, but before I could dwell on it, I felt the stinging pain in my back, the same pain I’d felt right before my wings came out, and I groaned.
“Are you okay?” Andrew asked with concern.
“My back,” I breathed.
“That soon?” he questioned, then I felt him approaching me.
“W-what is it?” I moaned as the pain started to grow greater.
“The new wings are coming out,” Andrew explained.
“New wings?” I put my hands on the wall, steadying myself because the pain was so much I felt as if I was going to fall.
“Yes, Beautiful, they grow again, though I didn’t think it’d be this soon. This time the feathers will be black like they should’ve been,” he said, and I felt his hands as they reached for me.
“Don’t!” I said through clenched teeth.
“Maya?” he sounded hurt.
“Don’t touch me!” I ordered through my groans, my head bent down and my eyes clenched shut. My arms on the wall were the only thing that was keeping me on my feet.
“Please, let me just hold you,” he begged.
“Don’t touch me!” I screamed. I was going through all of this pain again because of him, because he’d pulled out my first set of wings just because they had white feathers. The pain was making me want to break something, but I knew that it’d be over soon.
When the pain became unbearable I kneeled on the floor, feeling Andrew as he did the same. I sensed his worry through the sound of his breaths, which sounded like he was moaning along with me, as if my pain hurt him.
My fisted were clenched tight as I felt the wings coming out of my back. My groans were somewhat controlled because I knew that the worst had ended, since the wings already had broken the skin. And finally when it was over, I stayed in that position trying to catch my breath and embrace the feeling of no more pain.
The last thing I expected when I sat back on my knees and looked at Andrew’s face was to see his eyes with no hint of green or white in them. They were pitch black, his wings spread out on both sides of him, his fists clenched tight. When he opened his mouth to speak, there were scary fangs that made me gasp from the look of them, rather than at the words he spoke with a voice that sounded nothing like the warm voice he always talked spoke to me with.
“White feathers!”
Oh, no!
Andrew looked scary, and my first thought was to run away from him and never look back. However, I knew that wasn’t something I could do; I didn’t know the place and I doubted I could take more than one step before he would be able to catch me.
My second thought, the one that was much bigger and argued with my mind to make it true, was to stand up and go to him, hug him and soothe him, just to get him back to his normal self again, because the one that was standing in front of me was anything but the Andrew I knew and had made love with. This one was a stranger, scary, frightening. This one was a demon at its worse.
But then when his words sounded in my ears again and I started to realize what they meant, I knew that my first thought was the right thing to do.
“No!” I screamed as I stood up, taking a few steps away from him in a hurry. My small wings hit the wall behind me eventually, informing me silently that I was trapped. “Don’t cut them off, please!” I begged, knowing full well that Andrew had only taken them out so I could grow another set of wings with black feathers. Now with him saying that they were once again white feathers, I knew that he was going to pull them out, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear the pain if he did. I was already still suffering from the growing process.
It was like Andrew was in a different world, and I could be mistaken, but it looked like he not only wanted to cut my wings off – no, it looked as if he wanted to attack me as well. I had no idea why or what I’d done to
My vision blurred slightly and I felt a headache approaching, but before I could dwell on it, I felt the stinging pain in my back, the same pain I’d felt right before my wings came out, and I groaned.
“Are you okay?” Andrew asked with concern.
“My back,” I breathed.
“That soon?” he questioned, then I felt him approaching me.
“W-what is it?” I moaned as the pain started to grow greater.
“The new wings are coming out,” Andrew explained.
“New wings?” I put my hands on the wall, steadying myself because the pain was so much I felt as if I was going to fall.
“Yes, Beautiful, they grow again, though I didn’t think it’d be this soon. This time the feathers will be black like they should’ve been,” he said, and I felt his hands as they reached for me.
“Don’t!” I said through clenched teeth.
“Maya?” he sounded hurt.
“Don’t touch me!” I ordered through my groans, my head bent down and my eyes clenched shut. My arms on the wall were the only thing that was keeping me on my feet.
“Please, let me just hold you,” he begged.
“Don’t touch me!” I screamed. I was going through all of this pain again because of him, because he’d pulled out my first set of wings just because they had white feathers. The pain was making me want to break something, but I knew that it’d be over soon.
When the pain became unbearable I kneeled on the floor, feeling Andrew as he did the same. I sensed his worry through the sound of his breaths, which sounded like he was moaning along with me, as if my pain hurt him.
My fisted were clenched tight as I felt the wings coming out of my back. My groans were somewhat controlled because I knew that the worst had ended, since the wings already had broken the skin. And finally when it was over, I stayed in that position trying to catch my breath and embrace the feeling of no more pain.
The last thing I expected when I sat back on my knees and looked at Andrew’s face was to see his eyes with no hint of green or white in them. They were pitch black, his wings spread out on both sides of him, his fists clenched tight. When he opened his mouth to speak, there were scary fangs that made me gasp from the look of them, rather than at the words he spoke with a voice that sounded nothing like the warm voice he always talked spoke to me with.
“White feathers!”
Oh, no!
Andrew looked scary, and my first thought was to run away from him and never look back. However, I knew that wasn’t something I could do; I didn’t know the place and I doubted I could take more than one step before he would be able to catch me.
My second thought, the one that was much bigger and argued with my mind to make it true, was to stand up and go to him, hug him and soothe him, just to get him back to his normal self again, because the one that was standing in front of me was anything but the Andrew I knew and had made love with. This one was a stranger, scary, frightening. This one was a demon at its worse.
But then when his words sounded in my ears again and I started to realize what they meant, I knew that my first thought was the right thing to do.
“No!” I screamed as I stood up, taking a few steps away from him in a hurry. My small wings hit the wall behind me eventually, informing me silently that I was trapped. “Don’t cut them off, please!” I begged, knowing full well that Andrew had only taken them out so I could grow another set of wings with black feathers. Now with him saying that they were once again white feathers, I knew that he was going to pull them out, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear the pain if he did. I was already still suffering from the growing process.
It was like Andrew was in a different world, and I could be mistaken, but it looked like he not only wanted to cut my wings off – no, it looked as if he wanted to attack me as well. I had no idea why or what I’d done to
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