The light hurt my eyes at first and it felt like every part of my body hurt. It took me a few seconds to remember what had happened to me then after a few more seconds the pain in my back made me sit up slowly and take the weight off my wings. My side hurt even more and carefully moving my hand along my side revealed the presence of stitches covered by bandages. My head had a bandage over my left eye where they had obviously put in more stitches.
The clock on the wall said it was a little after 10:00 in the morning.Amy walked in slowly and quietly and smiled when she saw me awake. It was nice to see a friendly face and not have to worry about hiding my wings since she obviously knew now. "Good to see you awake. I like the wings by the way. Now I know why something about you always seemed to be a little off and missing.
So how come you never told me about your wings? They're lovely and I'm jealous now." "My father hates them and tried to have them cutoff." "That's insane! They're lovely and complete you! Why would he do that?" "I don't know. He's crazy. He made mom so mad she left him without even saying goodbye to me. He tried to rape me and did this to me. He refused to tell me what he did to mother."
"He made me mad so without thinking straight I left, but I'm back now honey." My face lit upon seeing her. "MOM!" She hugged me then pushed the call button for the nurse. "They will want to ask you a bunch of questions then you will need to file a police report. This way we can maybe get your father into a treatment program and get him some help that is long overdue."
The nurse came in as I was explaining things to my mother about what father had done. Her smile faded and her eyes almost seemed to change color for a moment. It was almost as if she was something else for a moment and it was a bit scary. The nurse asked me a lot of questions and did some hand and eye coordination tests as well.
The three of us talked for some time before the police arrived to take my statement. My mother refused to leave the room while I gave my statement but she did not coach me or prompt me to stop or continue as I told the police every detail of the attack on me by my father.After this my body started to ache a little more so they gave me a minor pain pill. I had eight stitches in me thanks to my father and had lost a third of my blood volume before they managed to stop the bleeding. Right before the pain medicine knocked me out the nurse changed my now soaked diaper.
When my consciousness finally returned it was dark outside but my mother was still right next to me in a chair sound asleep and looking exhausted. My diaper was soaked and in dire need of being changed. I felt around and found the call button. A nurse came in a few minutes later and quietly changed me into a dry diaper then helped me sit up for a few minutes so I could stretch out my wings.
"She is worried about you and has not slept in almost a week. Go back to sleep now and heal some more then the doctor can answer your questions when you wake up again." I got a drink of water then allowed myself to go back sleep without any of my questions being answered. Looking back now it was a good thing. The truth would have terrified me and healing would have been a lot tougher on me.
The universe it seems has a perverse sense of humor. While asleep my dreams were haunted with visions of the boy I saw playing in the old auditorium. He was cute, but he had a girlfriend that was way better looking than me. I could hear his music and see him playing and looking at something in his guitar case. What was there about him that attracted me to him so much?
Soon after this I began to have strange dreams of tigers and weird half tiger half human people. Something about one of them seemed so familiar and at the same time strange and frightening as it looked at me. Something about it seemed familiar to me as if I should know the thing somehow. What held me the most were the eyes that looked at me and, it seemed, right through to my very soul.
My mother was holding me when I woke up breathing hard from the dream.It took her a few minutes to get me calmed down. Once she had me calmed down the smell hit me and it made me almost gag it was so horrible. "It's okay honey, just relax and let it go. It will fade in time." She said something in a language I did not recognize and the horrifying final images of a tiger thing leaping at me began to fade.
The nurse went about the task of cleaning me up and getting me into afresh diaper while mother wrinkled her nose. "Your going to be going home tomorrow and you don't have to hide those lovely wings anymore unless you wish to do so. Now then, before you start worrying, your father has been taken care of and is no longer a threat to you or anyone else."
"What happened to him?" "We will discuss it and a great many things later after you have gotten out and gotten some time in the air with those wings of yours. You were in a coma for almost a week after the transfusion. I was a direct match for your blood type so we used enough of my blood to stabilize you and it had some minor side effects but I have been told that it will pass."
We left the hospital the next day and it felt great to be outside where the wind called to me with a pull far stronger than ever before.Mother looked at me and smiled then spoke. "We are outside so get that butt of yours into the sky and stretch out those lovely wings of yours before you go crazy." I needed no further prompting and was in the sky a few seconds later.
The sky felt like the call of a long lost lover as my wings carried me all over the town at varying altitudes. I did not care who saw me at the moment. I needed this so badly. Nothing beats the feeling of the wind in your face and the air flowing over and under your wings as you fly. Flying is the most wonderful thing on the world and the only thing that mars it is the thick diaper between my legs reminding me that there are prices to be paid for very gift.
After an hour of flying it was time to land and be with my mother once again. It was a nice surprise to see Amy standing and talking to my mother when I started to circle to reduce speed for my landing.Trying to land at almost 35 miles an hour would be disastrous and possibly even fatal. After three tight turns to reduce speed it was safe to come in for my landing. My hospital diaper crinkled loudly as my wings flared out all the way and flapped in a circular motion to dump the last of my speed.
Amy watched in wonder as my feet finally touched the ground again. She instantly hugged me when my wings folded along my back as they normally would. "That was amazing! I've never seen an avian before and seeing you flying like that was an amazing sight! How do I get a set of wings?" "Think you would need more than just the wings but it would be a good start."
"You scared the hell out of us when you crashed on our doorstep. You were almost half dead when they finally got you to the hospital. Your mother was a direct match for your rare blood type and gave you a transfusion that saved you. Why did you hide your wings? They are the most lovely feature you have." "In a word, Father. That man hated them. I sometimes wonder if he liked anything, well, besides himself that is."
