Well, um, this is my attempt at writing a thing. :D Oh gosh, I've never done this kind of thing before. Just uh, be gentle, please? ^^'
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Bridgette
I sat on my bed with my laptop open and my back against the wall. I was scrolling eagerly through my dashboard on tumblr when I came across a picture of my favorite actor in gym shorts. I smiled, squealing slightly, and said, "Never not reblog," as I clicked the button at the top of the post.
My wings were still strapped to my back from earlier in the day. It was uncomfortable, and I toyed with the thought of releasing them, but in the end I decided to just leave them be. Once again laziness overrides the want for comfort. I had always hoped that puberty would give me the power burst that I needed to be able to hide them properly. Here I was at seventeen and, unfortunately, no dice.
"Bridgette! Mom and Dad want you to come watch A Christmas Story with us!" I heard Austin yell from downstairs.
My little brother Austin was somewhat of a prodigy. At year one he was able to hide his wings like a pro. I used to be incredibly jealous, but eventually I got over it. Even now, though, I feel the occasional pang of inadequacy when I think about how easily it comes to him. I can't even extend my healing abilities to others.
"I'll be down in a minute!" I shouted back as I put my computer into hibernate.
Normally I would rather stay in my room all day, but it was Christmas Eve. I kind of owed some time to the family by now. I was about to maneuver myself off of the bed when the doorbell rang, and any chance of me getting up was shot in the face.
'Well there's no way that I'm coming down now,' I thought to myself bitterly. And now I had to take my laptop out of hibernate. Ugh. I let out an irritated sigh at the unexpected visitor, and decided to see who it was from my window. I walked over and stealthily peeked out at the porch from behind the blinds. Oddly enough, there were two official-looking men in the doorway.
Even stranger was the fact that my mother seemed to be taking a very hostile attitude towards them. Now this I had to see. I moved toward my bedroom door with the intent to eavesdrop on the stairs, but I was met by my brother barreling in and shoving it closed behind him.
"Bridgette," he panted in a furious whisper, eyes wide, "You've got to leave."
"What."
"I'm serious! Those guys want to take you away! I heard them talking, they know about your wings."
My own eyes widened. "But that's impossible, I never take them out unless I'm at home. If you're screwing with me right now, I swear to god..."
"I'm not, I swear! Please, Bridgette, you've got to believe me!" he replied. The panic in his expression at that moment was enough to convince me.
I started to panic, as well. "B-but what about you and Mom and Dad?! What will they do to you?!"
"Mom and Dad and I can hide our wings. We can prevent ourselves from healing if we need to. You can't, and you need to get out of here now," he spoke seriously, as if waiting for me to contradict him.
For a few seconds I simply stood there looking helpless. Once I was finally able to speak again, however, I uttered the words, "Then help me pack or something, d*mn it!"
We quickly threw together a backpack consisting of a change of clothes, a water bottle, my cell phone, and my laptop. I was seriously worried about the conditions of the laptop, but felt it best not to voice such things at the time. I escaped the house by climbing out of the back window clumsily and nearly killing myself in the process.
I don't know how long I ran, but I know that the adrenaline took me pretty far. By the time I stopped panicking I had no idea where I was. I came to the horrible realization that maybe Austin and I hadn't thought this plan through. I was lost in the middle of nowhere, I didn't have any friends close enough to impose myself on, and I had no idea where to go.
Mournful of my own stupidity, I began to sob as I started to cross the highway. The welling of tears in my eyes momentarily blinde-
Suddenly I was lying on the road and everything hurt. I sat up, groaning, and saw a young boy in front of me. Or was he a girl? Instead of questioning it further, my overloaded brain decided that it was time for a nap.
I woke up in a car outside of a mansion, fully healed and realizing that I had been kidnapped.
'Wow, it hasn't taken me that long to heal since I was eight,' I thought to myself, though I proudly noted that I had prevented myself from scarring whilst unconscious. Preventing scars was one of the only abilities that puberty had given me.
Then the full force of the situation hit me like a brick wall. I wrenched open the car door as the panic and fear from earlier made its swift return.
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Was it too short? Or too long? Not detailed enough? Boring?!
#i tried
