The music was thumping hard, making the walls shake. No one could hear what the person standing at a close proximity was saying to them. Not that anyone minded, I mean we were all drunk out of our minds. I was swirling around the dance floor, dancing with random hot guys, who once in a while groped me, ending up on the floor because of a kick to the crotch. I was having the time of my life, currently dancing with a very attractive guy, who hasn't touched me anywhere he is not supposed to...yet. I scooted closer to him and kissed him, but he pushed me off him, which had me falling on the ground. I closed my eyes before impact, when I opened them my 18th birthday party was gone, instead I was lying on the ground. Maybe I fell off my bed...again. I huffed out an irritated sigh, scratching my back which was covered with God knows what, making me feel very uncomfortable.
Blindly, I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth with half of my eyes closed. I splashed cold water on my face, which made my eyes pop open in shock. My back was still itching so, I decided to take my shirt off. As soon as my shirt was off, two feathery-type things spread out of my back. I gasped in shock, touching the white...stuff. I turned around; looking at the thing closely to realize it looked a lot like...wings? Am I turning into a bird? Or maybe I am just hallucinating. It's my bloody neighbor's fault! The crazy lady is always painting her walls and then opens her window to vent out the awful smell inside, which ends up in my bedroom. My parents are so cheap I swear. I asked them to get the air conditioning fixed in my room, but no they are lazy bums who can't do anything for me. Also the humid Californian atmosphere leaves me no choice but to let the windows open, and now I am hallucinating.
I touched the feathers again to realize that this is not my faulty imagination, they are real wings! Oh lord what is happening to me?
"Mom! Come up here! I have a very big problem."
Mom's thudding footsteps could be heard all the way inside the bathroom and unlike ever before they sounded soothing to me. She opened the door with a loud smack to the wall, rushing in to see what's wrong with me.
"Mom! I have wings! What is going on? Am I turning into some sort of a freak?!" I shrieked.
"No, honey you are an angel...literally."
I looked at her like she is crazy and then burst out laughing. She cannot be serious; I am anything but an angel. Yeah, my pet name is Angel, but that's because Angela is a mouth-full apparently. I am not a whore or anything, I just party occasionally, and sneak out of the house sometimes and well I am not a virgin. But that doesn't make me a whore, I don't sleep around it was a drunken mistake with a very handsome stranger, but it doesn't matter now, I don't even know his name.
"Angel, I am not kidding, this is serious and why can't you get rid of these wings? Your father never had this problem."
Maybe mum has been inhaling our neighbor's paint fumes a lot lately, because she is just not giving up this absurd idea. What she was saying sounded almost true, but how can that be? Angels don't exist, or maybe they so, but a human can't randomly turn into an angel that's weird on so many levels.
"We need to send you to Sempiternal Seraglio as soon as possible; you can't go around town with those wings intact. I have to talk to your father about this. Meet us downstairs in an hour or two he should be here by then." She walked out of my ensuite, proceeding towards the bedroom room door, when I called her name, making her stop in her tracks.
"How can I be an angel mom when you are not an angel and dad isn't one either? What's going on? Help me understand this." Mom turned around to face me her face showing sympathy.
"That's why I need to talk to your dad, because I know nothing about angels, I was never an angel, but he was, so, he might have the answers to your questions." She smiled and left.
