Ever since you can remember, you have always felt pain in your back. As a baby, you would frequently cry if anyone touched your back or tried to lay you on it and once you had learnt to speak, you would constantly bring up the pain in your back when ever someone touched it, easily brought to tears from the feeling.
Unfortunately you learnt after a while, that mentioning it only ended up with more pain and punishments, slowly learning to stay silent on the continuous agony. It only worsened once you started school, kids taking to bullying you when they heard of your unknown condition.
This came to a head one day, when one of the other kids smacked you in the back as hard as they could, causing you to scream out in agony. The teacher rushed over and kept asking you what was wrong.
“My wings hurt!” You sobbed repeatedly, somewhat delirious with pain.
Needless to say, this didn’t go down well, and unfortunately the bullying only increased, as did adults tendencies to look the other way when you would cry out in pain, deciding it was nothing but a cry for attention. Due to this, you grew to become quite accustomed to the pain, learning to stay silent even when the pain was blinding, and taking tiny measures to avoid anything touching you.
Walking amongst nature was one of the few ways that you ever felt remotely at peace. The pain was ever present, but at least here, there were no expectations to stay silent or endure touch. Sometimes, if you felt particularly daring, you would slip off your shirt, wincing as the fabric dragged over the hyper sensitive skin.
As you rested quietly beside a small trickling stream one evening, you silently relished in the feeling of the cool air against your agitated skin, feet dipping into the water lazily. It was nice up here since no one ever really made the difficult trek to this little spot, leaving you relatively safe to be vulnerable.
The sudden feeling of eyes on your body, had you tensing and silently looking around, hoping that it was only an animal. Spotting nothing, you shifted in agitation, not feeling safe any longer. It was then that you realised that everything had gone unnervingly silent.
Feeling a spike of fear, you jumped up abruptly, shoes and shirt in hand as you bolted in the opposite direction that you felt the gaze coming from. Just as suddenly, you found yourself pinned to the ground by inhumanly strong hands. Strangely enough, they seemed to avoid touching your back completely, keeping you pinned down carefully, your struggles doing nothing to shift their grip. It made you feel like a butterfly, pinned to a board, unable to escape.
“Calm yourself.” They said sternly, something about their voice making you obey, though your heart still pounded with fear.
“What have they done to you little one….” You heard them say sadly after a few moments of silence.
You flinched as you felt their hand skim over your back, letting out a strangled sound, body tensing as you prepared for the worst. Instead of the expected pain, you felt as though something shifted, a shiver running through your body, before something simply… released.
Gently, the stranger let you go, and shifted away, allowing you to slowly push yourself up. Already you could feel the pain fading, and relieved tears began to pour down your cheeks. Hesitantly you looked up at the stranger, afraid but grateful, only to freeze as you took in the sight of the grand wings behind them, visible even through your tears.
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