I was just lying there on my bed, Cold and silent. June 20th 2013, My 16th birthday didn't seem like birthday's when I was five years old; With the pinata's and cake. I woke up at 5 am on that Saturday morning. Too late to sleep, Too early to get up. I just laid there frozen in my own thoughts, Agony, Pain, I felt sick to my stomach.
I felt some kind of pain in my back, I didn't know what it was but it hurt. It felt, Different than any other pain I've ever felt, Not a bruise, Scrape, Broken bone. Like something begging to get out. I went down stairs silently to the bathroom with the pain growing stronger. I went in the medicene cabnet took out the pain pills and took two. Swallowing the pills I looked in the mirror. The bottle fell to the ground, Along with my jaw, As I was stunned in puzzlement at what I saw.
I touched the mirror slowly, I thought I was dreaming, I didn't dare to believe what I saw was real. I saw Black Wings.
"Wha-What's going on?" I thought in my head. I really didn't know what to think. It was strange, Never seen anything so grotesque and so amazing at the same time. I touched the end of the wing. It felt soft, Like feathers. They were small and just beautiful.
After touching it I quickly fell to the floor. I passed out from pure amazement of the wings, If you saw them, I'm sure you would do the same. That day was the day I found out, It was ALL true.

-This started off as a school short story assignment. Haven't stopped writing it. Should I post more?