make him that angry. I had no power over the color of my feathers – he must’ve known that!
Andrew took a step in my direction, and I was so terrified that I couldn’t help but scream at the top of my lungs. “Andrew, please, no! Don’t hurt me!” I cried out loud.
My cry was like pressing a button that controlled Andrew’s body, because his wings closed and his eyes changed from pitch black to beautiful green in an instant. It was a seriously shocking thing to see.
“Maya!” he choked out. It looked as if he was about to say something more, but before he could say it, I heard the door opening. A woman entered the room, looking shocked and worried at the same time. “I heard screaming,” was all she said before her eyes landed on me and she gasped, taking a step back.
From her voice, I was able to tell that that woman was Kathrin. She was the one who’d stopped us when we were going into the woods last year, the one I knew to be Andrew’s sister. And I didn’t know if it was a good thing or not that she had entered the room, but given the look in her eyes – I knew it couldn’t be good.
“White feathers!” she gasped the same words that Andrew had said earlier. I found it strange to see the terror on her hard features as she kept taking steps backward until she was out of the room, still looking at me with a horrified gaze focused only on my wings. “I need to tell my mother!” she said before disappearing again. I knew she would be informing her mother of what she’d just seen.
“Kathrin, no!” Andrew shouted as he ran after her, but when he made it to the door and looked for her, I knew that she was already gone. He punched the door with a clenched fist, and I could sense that anger was dominating his whole being.
I knew right away that nothing good was going to come out of this – not just by the look on Andrew’s face, but also because when my first wings had come out and Andrew saw the white feathers, the first thing that he thought to do was the same as Kathrin just ran to do – tell his mother. But then Andrew came back and told me he couldn’t do it, though I didn’t know why – I knew that to him it was a bad thing.
“Andrew,” I called his name in a low, shaking voice. I was too scared and terrified, and my heart was thumping against my chest as if it was trying to come out. I was choking and my breaths were tangled. I didn’t know what was to come and I couldn’t think of any way to prevent me from going through whatever was in store for me. I only had a hope in the green-eyed demon in front of me – the one that was looking at me with so much passion that it sent warmth over my heart and a hint of comfort over my mind – that he would protect me from any danger that might come upon me.
Andrew took slow and carful steps towards me, as if waiting to see if I’d try to run away from him or if I’d stay in place. I did the latter, not moving an inch. And when he figured out that I wasn’t going to go anywhere, he stood right in front of me, reaching out with both of his hands to hug my face. So many emotions were in his filled-with-sadness eyes as he spoke with that tender-yet-deep voice of his. “I’m so sorry, Beautiful Maya,” he apologized.
His words that I thought would calm me down actually did the complete opposite – they scared me even more. Because it was the same words that he’d spoken before when he was about to pull out my wings.
“No!” I pushed his hands away from me. “You can’t just keep cutting my wings off, Andrew! It hurts so bad!” I whined, sounding like a little child who didn’t want to get a shot, though I wished it was that easy. It was a million times worse to have someone dig their fingers into the freshly cut and deep wound that was in your heart.
The sadness in his eyes was hurting me, maybe as much as what pulling out my wings had felt like. It was really confusing to me to admit to myself all of the feelings I had for
Andrew took a step in my direction, and I was so terrified that I couldn’t help but scream at the top of my lungs. “Andrew, please, no! Don’t hurt me!” I cried out loud.
My cry was like pressing a button that controlled Andrew’s body, because his wings closed and his eyes changed from pitch black to beautiful green in an instant. It was a seriously shocking thing to see.
“Maya!” he choked out. It looked as if he was about to say something more, but before he could say it, I heard the door opening. A woman entered the room, looking shocked and worried at the same time. “I heard screaming,” was all she said before her eyes landed on me and she gasped, taking a step back.
From her voice, I was able to tell that that woman was Kathrin. She was the one who’d stopped us when we were going into the woods last year, the one I knew to be Andrew’s sister. And I didn’t know if it was a good thing or not that she had entered the room, but given the look in her eyes – I knew it couldn’t be good.
“White feathers!” she gasped the same words that Andrew had said earlier. I found it strange to see the terror on her hard features as she kept taking steps backward until she was out of the room, still looking at me with a horrified gaze focused only on my wings. “I need to tell my mother!” she said before disappearing again. I knew she would be informing her mother of what she’d just seen.
“Kathrin, no!” Andrew shouted as he ran after her, but when he made it to the door and looked for her, I knew that she was already gone. He punched the door with a clenched fist, and I could sense that anger was dominating his whole being.
I knew right away that nothing good was going to come out of this – not just by the look on Andrew’s face, but also because when my first wings had come out and Andrew saw the white feathers, the first thing that he thought to do was the same as Kathrin just ran to do – tell his mother. But then Andrew came back and told me he couldn’t do it, though I didn’t know why – I knew that to him it was a bad thing.
“Andrew,” I called his name in a low, shaking voice. I was too scared and terrified, and my heart was thumping against my chest as if it was trying to come out. I was choking and my breaths were tangled. I didn’t know what was to come and I couldn’t think of any way to prevent me from going through whatever was in store for me. I only had a hope in the green-eyed demon in front of me – the one that was looking at me with so much passion that it sent warmth over my heart and a hint of comfort over my mind – that he would protect me from any danger that might come upon me.
Andrew took slow and carful steps towards me, as if waiting to see if I’d try to run away from him or if I’d stay in place. I did the latter, not moving an inch. And when he figured out that I wasn’t going to go anywhere, he stood right in front of me, reaching out with both of his hands to hug my face. So many emotions were in his filled-with-sadness eyes as he spoke with that tender-yet-deep voice of his. “I’m so sorry, Beautiful Maya,” he apologized.
His words that I thought would calm me down actually did the complete opposite – they scared me even more. Because it was the same words that he’d spoken before when he was about to pull out my wings.
“No!” I pushed his hands away from me. “You can’t just keep cutting my wings off, Andrew! It hurts so bad!” I whined, sounding like a little child who didn’t want to get a shot, though I wished it was that easy. It was a million times worse to have someone dig their fingers into the freshly cut and deep wound that was in your heart.
The sadness in his eyes was hurting me, maybe as much as what pulling out my wings had felt like. It was really confusing to me to admit to myself all of the feelings I had for
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