"I didn't do it... it was a mistake" His lips quivered as he stared down at his hands drenched with blood, " IT WAS AN ACCIDENT !!" He yelled trying to rub the blood off his hands.
" you guys saw it ?? didn't you ??"He said trying to wipe away his tears, looking hopefully at his so-called comrades, who just decided to stand there now maintaining a safe distance from him, " Guys??" His voice trembled as he could see the look of disgust and fear in the eyes of his comrades for him.
"You cannot do this to me !! IT WASN'T MY FAULT" He yelled at them, as a realization of what will be happening to him next sunk in.
"No, please!! please!! I beg you." He begged, trying to wipe the smeared blood off his hands and clothes.
The red on his pale hands and soft white fabric disgusted him, "I... I need help... please help me? please?" His voice shook as he tried to speak not willing to look at the pool of blood all around himself, The broken wing of his was hurting and the pain was taking a toll on him with each passing moment.
"You need to leave NOW" He heard the emotionless icy cold voice, "No please..." He begged again trying his best to stay conscious.
"LEAVE. YOU AREN'T ONE OF US ANYMORE." He heard the voice again and following the voice was a loud smashing sound and with it was endless pain, His other wing was broken mercilessly. "No..." He cried out loud in pain trying to grab the leg of the person who had broken his wing.
"GET AWAY YOU MONSTER!!!" The person yelled kicking him away.
And this is how he was caught up in, what appeared to be an endless fall.
He landed on the ground with the deafening loud thud sound, both the physical and the mental pain was unbearable - First, his wings were taken away and now it felt like his limbs were giving up as well. He decided to give up and wait for death. He laid down there for what seemed like an eternity.
He wasn't dead yet, but he wasn't crying anymore, he wasn't guilty anymore, he didn't wish to be helped anymore.
He managed to sit with great effort, his wings were too heavy for him now. His wings were pulling him down, He knew what he had to do to end the pain.
It was a long and painful process, but he managed to pull out every feather of his body anyways, He looked around and could see the pain he went through in the form of his own blood and feathers he pulled out, he couldn't feel the pain or sadness anymore.
His once angelic white wings were smeared in dirt and blood his silky white fabric was somewhat brown, his skin wasn't pale anymore but covered with dry blood.
His lips curled up on one side at the sight, as he finally stood up from the ground, drenched in his own tears and blood, He was proud.
His eyes had a menacing gleam that suited the smirk on his face which showed off his fang.
His hand rose to push his hair back and traveled back to his cheek smearing it with blood, letting out a chuckle.
"I hope the world is ready for me because I CERTAINLY AM TO DESTROY IT."
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Dream Diary [COMPLETED]
FantasyThis Book is just a compilation of Weird Dreams or nightmares I had. The chapters don't have any relation or links with one and another, Nothing really makes sense here as- The chapters are written based on memory fragments like one-shots so nothin...