Andrew, but I couldn’t deny that seeing him so miserable made the whole world gloomy in my eyes.
Not a moment after I spoke the words, I saw the woman I knew to be Andrew’s mom enter the room, and just like her daughter, she took a step back with a gasp when she saw me.
“What the hell?!” she questioned out loud. “What made her feathers white?”
And I thought they wanted her here for answers …
No one replied, of course. I didn’t know the answer, heck – I didn’t even know they could grow from my back at all, let alone why my wings had white feathers.
“Andrew?” she asked for his attention and reply with just a call of his name.
“I don’t know, Mother. They just grew this way,” he replied, his head bent down. His form spoke volumes of how broken he seemed to be.
“It can’t be, something must’ve gone wrong,” she said, taking a few steps in my direction with her eyes focused on my wings, though she was still careful to keep some distance between us.
“I didn’t do anything,” I tried to defend myself, even though no one was accusing me of anything. I just felt the need to protect myself, by clarifying that I had nothing to do with it.
Andrew’s mom didn’t pay my words any attention. She studied my wings closely, a frown of distaste plastered on her face. “It’s coming from the roots,” she said. I had no idea what she meant by that, but then she shouted, “Kathrin!” and her daughter came from her place by the door to stand a few steps away from her mother.
“Yes, Mother?”
“Get her to the Converting Room,” she ordered. My eyes widened, but – I thought I’d already gone through that?!
I couldn’t do much other than struggle when two men entered the room after Andrew’s mom left. Kathrin asked them to take me to where I knew would be the Converting Room – where I just knew I would feel even more pain than everything I’d felt since I came to the underworld.
The two men were much stronger than me and my struggles were nothing that affected them whatsoever. My arms hurt from all of the pulling and my legs hurt even more from all of my useless kicks, but what hurt me the most was my heart – my heart that was crying for Andrew to save me. Only Andrew’s heart never heard my pleas – if he had one, that is.
Was this love for him? He’d said he loved me. Did that mean that he liked for me to be in pain? That he enjoyed seeing me afraid of the unknown? Did hurting me please him? I didn’t know, but I guessed yes. After all, he’d watched me while the converting went on with a big smile plastered on his face.
In just a minute or two, I was again back in the Converting Room. Once again I was tied to the cross, but this time I didn’t have the large audience from the last time. I could only see Andrew’s family: his siblings and his mother. They were watching as the two men – demons, or whatever – tied me to the cross and collared my neck, pulling me by it to bend down, my legs straight and my face facing the floor.
I wasn’t naked this time; I was still in the jeans and top. I still wondered if they’d bring those bats again to eat my skin. The fear that was consuming my every sense was so great that I almost passed out, or wished I could.
I kept begging and asking for mercy, pleading with them to let me go and pleading with Andrew, whom I could see with the corner of my eye as he sat in one of the chairs with his shoulders hunched down and his wings looking somewhat smaller. I couldn’t see his eyes to know if he was looking at me, but from what I could see, his head was facing the other way, as if he didn’t want to witness what was about to happen. I wondered what had changed that.
To my surprise, I saw Andrew’s mother as she came closer to me. I didn’t know why she didn’t take a seat on her throne-like chair, but I knew that I didn’t like her near me.
“We will start by pulling out the feathers and see if there are black ones
Not a moment after I spoke the words, I saw the woman I knew to be Andrew’s mom enter the room, and just like her daughter, she took a step back with a gasp when she saw me.
“What the hell?!” she questioned out loud. “What made her feathers white?”
And I thought they wanted her here for answers …
No one replied, of course. I didn’t know the answer, heck – I didn’t even know they could grow from my back at all, let alone why my wings had white feathers.
“Andrew?” she asked for his attention and reply with just a call of his name.
“I don’t know, Mother. They just grew this way,” he replied, his head bent down. His form spoke volumes of how broken he seemed to be.
“It can’t be, something must’ve gone wrong,” she said, taking a few steps in my direction with her eyes focused on my wings, though she was still careful to keep some distance between us.
“I didn’t do anything,” I tried to defend myself, even though no one was accusing me of anything. I just felt the need to protect myself, by clarifying that I had nothing to do with it.
Andrew’s mom didn’t pay my words any attention. She studied my wings closely, a frown of distaste plastered on her face. “It’s coming from the roots,” she said. I had no idea what she meant by that, but then she shouted, “Kathrin!” and her daughter came from her place by the door to stand a few steps away from her mother.
“Yes, Mother?”
“Get her to the Converting Room,” she ordered. My eyes widened, but – I thought I’d already gone through that?!
I couldn’t do much other than struggle when two men entered the room after Andrew’s mom left. Kathrin asked them to take me to where I knew would be the Converting Room – where I just knew I would feel even more pain than everything I’d felt since I came to the underworld.
The two men were much stronger than me and my struggles were nothing that affected them whatsoever. My arms hurt from all of the pulling and my legs hurt even more from all of my useless kicks, but what hurt me the most was my heart – my heart that was crying for Andrew to save me. Only Andrew’s heart never heard my pleas – if he had one, that is.
Was this love for him? He’d said he loved me. Did that mean that he liked for me to be in pain? That he enjoyed seeing me afraid of the unknown? Did hurting me please him? I didn’t know, but I guessed yes. After all, he’d watched me while the converting went on with a big smile plastered on his face.
In just a minute or two, I was again back in the Converting Room. Once again I was tied to the cross, but this time I didn’t have the large audience from the last time. I could only see Andrew’s family: his siblings and his mother. They were watching as the two men – demons, or whatever – tied me to the cross and collared my neck, pulling me by it to bend down, my legs straight and my face facing the floor.
I wasn’t naked this time; I was still in the jeans and top. I still wondered if they’d bring those bats again to eat my skin. The fear that was consuming my every sense was so great that I almost passed out, or wished I could.
I kept begging and asking for mercy, pleading with them to let me go and pleading with Andrew, whom I could see with the corner of my eye as he sat in one of the chairs with his shoulders hunched down and his wings looking somewhat smaller. I couldn’t see his eyes to know if he was looking at me, but from what I could see, his head was facing the other way, as if he didn’t want to witness what was about to happen. I wondered what had changed that.
To my surprise, I saw Andrew’s mother as she came closer to me. I didn’t know why she didn’t take a seat on her throne-like chair, but I knew that I didn’t like her near me.
“We will start by pulling out the feathers and see if there are black ones
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