Oneshots

Wings

Wings.
Strong wings that would carry me without ever faltering. Beautiful wings that would awe anyone who were to see them. Two giant feathered limbs in between my shoulder blades that would become new parts of me. They would protect me against any evil that drew nearer and nearer, like a group of lions circling their prey and getting ready to make the kill.
Ive always wanted wings.
I've always wanted to fly.
But I didn't want this.
I didn't want to pay the price for flight, to be taken apart and stitched back together again in countless labs as if I were a beloved doll that a clumsy little girl had always managed to rip and tear. I didn't want to have to constantly duck into the shadows and hide these hideous folds and blankets of skin that they had called "wings." I didn't want to have to hide from everyone, sleep with one eye open and have to constantly look over my shoulder to see if I was being followed, or flinch at any small creak the floorboards made in each hotel room I stayed at because I believed that they had found me.
I wanted to be free.
I wanted to be beautiful.
I wanted to be safe.
I wanted to be happy.

I didn't want the things that I had wanted for so long to be the things that I would come to despise.

Characters used:
Freak (mine)