Prose

Wings [Part 4]

written by: Iggyhere

Luna walked down the school steps, quietly following a beautiful girl named Nuala. Nuala was with two friends, whispering and giggling. Soon one of them noticed her, whispered something to Nuala, and then broke of with the other girl who followed. Luna stopped as Nuala turned to face her, obviously trying to be polite. "I know what you want to talk about… It's not what it sounds like…"

Luna shook her head, making disappointed clicking noises with her tongue. "Not yet, it doesn't."

Nuala winced and watched as Luna walked closer to her, handing her a small paper torn from a newspaper and Luna whispered in her ear. "You haven't seen anything yet… As if it was all a dream…" She smiled and walked away.

A chill went down Nuala's spine as she unfolded the paper. It was an obituary… and it had Dante's name on it.

As her screams filled the air, Luna closed her eyes and breathed in. In her head, Sarah chuckled, "Good. You're doing great."

When she opened them again, a smile spread across her face. "Yes… I like it…"
Luna was happy; in a way, she was returning to her old ways. Luna and Sarah, all alone, but it didn't matter. Sarah was the only one who understood Luna, so they were friends, ‘till the end.

Luna was alone, not knowing where to go. Sarah gave her a path, something to follow, it was all leading up to something, but she didn't know what it was. A surprise, Sarah had said. A surprise she would get very soon.

At home, Luna went through her daily routine. Change, do homework, eat lunch, do chores, get yelled at probably slapped, cry, take a steaming hot shower and cry some more, lie in bed and try to go to sleep. She found that if she planned out her day/week in advance, it past by faster. She also had a hard time getting to sleep. Often times she would lie in bed for an hour or two, maybe three, trying to fall asleep.

Eventually, the inevitable happened.

That night, however, she dreamed.

Luna gasped for breath on the floor of her bathtub, hot water pouring raining on top of her. Her hands grasped her head, expecting it to fall into pieces in her hands. Soon it hurt everywhere. She felt as if hot wax flowed through her veins. Soon she felt then skin on her back split and whispered as she felt something slide out of the two parallel slits on her back. Blood mixed with the water and she whimpered as her torture continued.

On the wall she could see her shadow and it seemed that wings were growing from her spine. She cried out as they pushed out further and exploded fully from her back, showering the walls with her blood. She slipped to the floor and curled into a ball as she figured out what had happened.

She had grown wings. Butterfly wings. Then it hit her.

She was free.