I wiped my eyes and sighed, looking out into the dark. I rolled my shoulders back, feeling them crack more and I winced, letting more tears slide. I wanted to go back home. I wished that I had never fell from the sky. I'd rather be bored and safe than in danger. I heard someone walk outside the door. I crawled to the back of the cage, and pressed into the bars, and I watched as the door opened, and the old man flicked the light on. He stood there, wearing a surgons outfit and gloves, a mask over his face. He walked over, and opened the cage, grabbing my arm.

He pulled me out of the cage, and I struggeled as he dragged me out of the room, and down the corridor and into another room. There was a surgery table there, and a table with terrifying tools on it. I gasped, knowing what he was going to do. He threw me into a chair, and tied me down, making me unable to move. "Well I'm guessing you know what I'm going to do to you." He said, and I struggled, pulling my wing in the process causing me to scream out in pain. "Don't do that sweetie, we don't want you to get hurt now do we." He snarled, sitting down in a armchair. "Why do you want me?" I cried, my vision bluring.

"Remember Annabell?" He said, and I stopped, thinking. It suddenly clicked. Annabell was an Angel she was like me. She had fallen from the sky.....then had her wings cut off. I gulped, and more tears ran. "Please....don't." I cried, looking down. "Well I need them more than you." I looked up at him, shocked. "Whats so important that you need them?"
"Well there life span. There is more life in one pair of wings than anyone could imagine. People always dream about importality. Well....I've found mine."
"But how can you use them? I mean, the only way you can do that is wearing them."
"Theres always ways around stuff. I eat mine." He said, and I wretched, thinking about all the bone and the feathers and the bits of scrawny muscle that was in them.

"Thats horrible."
"That's life sweetheart." He said, getting back up off the chair, and untied me. He pulled me to the table as I screamed, trying to resist, trying to make his grasp losen, but nothing worked. He threw me onto the table, and tied me face down as I screamed. He sighed and got out some duck tape, and taped my moth shut. I grunted, wriggling about, but the ropes held me down tight. I heard him sharpen a knife, and I begun to cry. I wanted Andy, I wanted his arms around me. I heard him walk over to me, and I felt something stick into my shoulder blade, and I cried out, my screams muffled by the duck tape. I felt the knife stuck in me, and then he dragged it down my back, and I screamed more, trying to scream out Andys name. It took him 3 whole hours to remove my wings from my back, and I did nothing but scream and cry, wishing he would stop.

He finished, and I looked at him as her moved my wings, and put them in a black bag. I cried more, and he untied me, and ripped the duck tape off my mouth. I didn't cry out in pain. He'd done everything he could to me, there was nothing else he could do. I was going to die, I knew that, I wasnt going to give him the glory of making me scream until I died. I was going to die, scilently.

He picked me up, and carried me into the room with the cage. He left me in the cage, but left the light on, letting me see the light for the last time. I sat there, and looked at a clock on the wall, watching my last minutes pass by slowly....

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