I was packing the last of my things into an old backpack I found in a 'Give away Basket'. I had the clothes Mrs. Miller bought at the store, and food I snuck out of the pantry. A week's supply of bread, lunch meat, and fruit. Two weeks if I ration it just right. I zipped it up, and slung it over my shoulder. Wincing out of pain. I haven't healed fully just yet. Give it a week I'll be OK by then. The Millers wrapped up the wounds and got the spike out of my shoulder. I wish I could've repaid them. I'll wright a note when I get downstairs. They have computer paper and pens. I took a deep breath and walked out of the room and continued downstairs.
I was about to get what I needed to write with but I heard a voice from the couch. "Going Somewhere?" I spun around to see Nicole in her pajamas, sitting on the couch. She just turned the lamp on, letting light spill into the room. I said, startled, "Just, going for a walk." She got up and walked over to me with her arms folded. "Are You?" I looked into her eyes. I wanted to stay here, in this home. This has been more of a home than anything I've slept in. "Look." I said, being very serious. "You and your family have been great, but I can't stay here. You almost died today. And since your not kicking me out of your home, I'm kicking myself out." I turned and was about to walk out when Nicole put a death grip on my arm. I turned to her. She said, "You're not going anywhere. Not until I'm done with you." I didn't want to say this, but if she's going to be safe then I'm going to have to break her. "But I'm done with you." "No your not." She said before I could get anything else out.
"Listen," she said. "I'm not going to let you go because...." She drifted off. She let go of her death grip. Then she traded it with a bear hug.Then she whispered very softly, "...because your just like me." She looked at me with tearing eyes and I looked back at her. Then she stepped back and started taking off her loose brown shirt, normally I would be turning red. But I was a little taken aback at the moment. She turned to show me her back and I saw them.
She had wings, tucked in over her sports bra. They were big, brown, and seemed to turn gold in the light. She let them stretch out slightly. She was like me. She had wings.
She turned to me, and said, "I was born with them just like you."
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