Little Things and Angel Wings
Chapter 2
You wouldn't mess with a child's mind.
You wouldn't be unkind.
"I'm scared." I whimpered to Ida, the only doctor/scientist who actually showed the slightedt bit that they cared for me.
"They're just going to put a few shots in the scars on your back so you can have the ability to control your wings." she comforted.
Who are we fooling anything's not fine.
You shoved me out of line.
"He's too young! He's too innocent to do that!"
"Ida, if I had the ability to not make him go, I would use it. But if we don't, we would have one less the government requires. And I can't lose this job! I have a family!"
Ida and the doctor/ scientist were fighting. I have no idea what it was about, yet I knew it was about me because Ida would never yell at the doctor unless it was about me. She was kind of like a mum to me.
" Well that litttle boy-"
"Hybrid"
Ida sighed. "Well that child has been the closest thing to a family I've ever had!"
"Ida, this was going to happen eventually. You know that."
"I can't do it anymore!"
"Do what anymore?"
"I can't watch children being abducted from the streets anymore! I can't turn them into animals anymore! I can't take the feeling that I helped cause this anymore! I can't act like this is all okay anymore!"
"Ida, don't do what I think you're going to do. Quitting would be the stupidest thing you could ever do."
"It also would be the smartest thing I've ever done."
Ida then walks up to me.
"Angel, darling, I'm going to be leaving you soon." she spoke calmly. I began to tear up, Ida was the only one here who showed that they cared for me and now she was leaving.
"Don't cry Angel, You've been very brave through everything." she spoke beginning to tear up as well. "But now, I also have to be brave." she finished before she stood up and left.
And then the only person who truly cared for me here walked away.
Single file, down the aisle.
I stood in a long line with other hybrids and we were getting into a really big truck. The police officers said that we were going somewhere fun. But I have this feeling that it won't be very fun at all.
To protect us from that smile.
This place isn't very fun at all. No one is happy, no one smiles. It almost feels like people don't want anyone of us to be happy.
This pain is anything but mild.
I was thrown up against the wall by one of the guards because apparently I was talking back to him. But all I was doing was asking him if I could have some food, I haven't eaten in days.
Once hit the floor the guard came over to me and punched my jaw. I was in a lot of pain.
Cause we're all not as strong as we pretend.
We only bend to be broken in half.
Don't try to laugh.
Cause our suppression only leads to depression.
One guard slipped on some water that was dripping from a broken pipe. I thought it was funny so I laughed. The guard then beat me afterwards. I guess people don't want us happy.
Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart.
With a child's heart.
You mold me like I'm your work of art.
What a great head start.
You stole from a child's heart.
It was what the guard called "prep-day". I was taken to a stylist who covered up all my scars and bruises with makeup and cut my hair.
"There, you almost look some-what cute." she said once she was finished.
"You mean I wasn't cute at all before?" I asked her.
She slapped my face and said, "Of course not! You're just an ugly little freak!"
I wouldn't be somebody that I'm not.
Don't put me in the box.
I'm holding on to everything I've got.
"What's your name?" the guard asked me for about the sixth time today.
"Harry Styles" I responded before I got slapped in the face.
"No, your name is 165998." he growled at me before he took a breath "Let's try this again." he said.
"What's your name?" he asked once more.
"Har-" I began to speak before I was kicked in the stomach, knocking all the air out of me. Then I saw the guard coming over to me and he began kicking my stomach, as if he didn't think I was in enough pain.
"Your name is 165998." he growled at me. "Now, what's your name?" he asked.
"165998" I barely spoke above a whisper, but the guard heard it. I know because he smirked and walked away.
I cried knowing I've surrendered the only thing from my past life.
Can't put me on the spot.
I was dragged on a silver leash up the stage and kneeled down once I reached the center.
"This is a six year old male rare Angel-Hybrid." the announcer spoke. "Now what is your name?" he asked me.
"165998" I spoke staring at the stage floor.
"Now spread your wings!" the announcer yelled.
I slowly spread my wings as far as they could go. Everyone in the crowd Ooh-ed and Ahh-ed. Then I was bid on as if I was a fine vase.
You may think that I'm dramatic.
But there's a reason that I feel this way.
I screamed and cried as the man, who I now must call my "master", took away my innocence.
"Stop being suck a drama-queen, it doesn't hurt that much."
He yelled at me as I tried to soften my cries into whimpers.
I'm still reeling from the static.
Because in your eyes it doesn't matter.
"Stupid animal!" my master yelled at me. "You can't have food! That's a human privilege."
"Please master. I'm starving." I begged. He slapped my right cheek.
"No you little ingrate! Food is for humans! And you're not human!" He yelled at me.
I never begged for food from him again.
Cause we're all not as strong as we pretend.
We only bend to be broken in half.
Don't try to laugh.
Cause our suppression only leads to depression.
I was returned to the government the next day because my master, well now ex-master, returned me because he grew bored of me.
Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart.
With a child's heart.
You mold me like I'm your work of art.
What a great head start.
You stole from a child's heart.
I got used to the feeling. The feeling of being abandoned, scared, hurt, hunger, filth, abuse, and loneliness.
You only get one go around.
So I'll make every second count.
I learned that I grew up to fear everyone around me because I was different.
I wish to fly one day, with the real angels and not be judged for being different.
I'm not you're work of art.
What a great head start.
You stole from a child.
They think I've bowed down. That I've given in to this life. That I'm 165998,
But I'm not. I'm not giving in to them. I know there is more than this. I know I'm Harry.
Even though I might not be the same sweet and cute Harry that I was thirteen years ago, but he may still be inside of me.
Cause we're all not as strong as we pretend.
We only bend to be broken in half.
Don't try to laugh.
Cause our suppression only leads to depression.
Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart.
With a child's heart.
You mold me like I'm your work of art.
What a great head start.
You stole from a child's heart.
I'm Harry, otherwise known as 165998, I'm eighteen years old.
You wouldn't mess with a child's mind.
You wouldn't be unkind.
And this is my story.
You wouldn't be unkind.
"I'm scared." I whimpered to Ida, the only doctor/scientist who actually showed the slightedt bit that they cared for me.
"They're just going to put a few shots in the scars on your back so you can have the ability to control your wings." she comforted.
Who are we fooling anything's not fine.
You shoved me out of line.
"He's too young! He's too innocent to do that!"
"Ida, if I had the ability to not make him go, I would use it. But if we don't, we would have one less the government requires. And I can't lose this job! I have a family!"
Ida and the doctor/ scientist were fighting. I have no idea what it was about, yet I knew it was about me because Ida would never yell at the doctor unless it was about me. She was kind of like a mum to me.
" Well that litttle boy-"
"Hybrid"
Ida sighed. "Well that child has been the closest thing to a family I've ever had!"
"Ida, this was going to happen eventually. You know that."
"I can't do it anymore!"
"Do what anymore?"
"I can't watch children being abducted from the streets anymore! I can't turn them into animals anymore! I can't take the feeling that I helped cause this anymore! I can't act like this is all okay anymore!"
"Ida, don't do what I think you're going to do. Quitting would be the stupidest thing you could ever do."
"It also would be the smartest thing I've ever done."
Ida then walks up to me.
"Angel, darling, I'm going to be leaving you soon." she spoke calmly. I began to tear up, Ida was the only one here who showed that they cared for me and now she was leaving.
"Don't cry Angel, You've been very brave through everything." she spoke beginning to tear up as well. "But now, I also have to be brave." she finished before she stood up and left.
And then the only person who truly cared for me here walked away.
Single file, down the aisle.
I stood in a long line with other hybrids and we were getting into a really big truck. The police officers said that we were going somewhere fun. But I have this feeling that it won't be very fun at all.
To protect us from that smile.
This place isn't very fun at all. No one is happy, no one smiles. It almost feels like people don't want anyone of us to be happy.
This pain is anything but mild.
I was thrown up against the wall by one of the guards because apparently I was talking back to him. But all I was doing was asking him if I could have some food, I haven't eaten in days.
Once hit the floor the guard came over to me and punched my jaw. I was in a lot of pain.
Cause we're all not as strong as we pretend.
We only bend to be broken in half.
Don't try to laugh.
Cause our suppression only leads to depression.
One guard slipped on some water that was dripping from a broken pipe. I thought it was funny so I laughed. The guard then beat me afterwards. I guess people don't want us happy.
Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart.
With a child's heart.
You mold me like I'm your work of art.
What a great head start.
You stole from a child's heart.
It was what the guard called "prep-day". I was taken to a stylist who covered up all my scars and bruises with makeup and cut my hair.
"There, you almost look some-what cute." she said once she was finished.
"You mean I wasn't cute at all before?" I asked her.
She slapped my face and said, "Of course not! You're just an ugly little freak!"
I wouldn't be somebody that I'm not.
Don't put me in the box.
I'm holding on to everything I've got.
"What's your name?" the guard asked me for about the sixth time today.
"Harry Styles" I responded before I got slapped in the face.
"No, your name is 165998." he growled at me before he took a breath "Let's try this again." he said.
"What's your name?" he asked once more.
"Har-" I began to speak before I was kicked in the stomach, knocking all the air out of me. Then I saw the guard coming over to me and he began kicking my stomach, as if he didn't think I was in enough pain.
"Your name is 165998." he growled at me. "Now, what's your name?" he asked.
"165998" I barely spoke above a whisper, but the guard heard it. I know because he smirked and walked away.
I cried knowing I've surrendered the only thing from my past life.
Can't put me on the spot.
I was dragged on a silver leash up the stage and kneeled down once I reached the center.
"This is a six year old male rare Angel-Hybrid." the announcer spoke. "Now what is your name?" he asked me.
"165998" I spoke staring at the stage floor.
"Now spread your wings!" the announcer yelled.
I slowly spread my wings as far as they could go. Everyone in the crowd Ooh-ed and Ahh-ed. Then I was bid on as if I was a fine vase.
You may think that I'm dramatic.
But there's a reason that I feel this way.
I screamed and cried as the man, who I now must call my "master", took away my innocence.
"Stop being suck a drama-queen, it doesn't hurt that much."
He yelled at me as I tried to soften my cries into whimpers.
I'm still reeling from the static.
Because in your eyes it doesn't matter.
"Stupid animal!" my master yelled at me. "You can't have food! That's a human privilege."
"Please master. I'm starving." I begged. He slapped my right cheek.
"No you little ingrate! Food is for humans! And you're not human!" He yelled at me.
I never begged for food from him again.
Cause we're all not as strong as we pretend.
We only bend to be broken in half.
Don't try to laugh.
Cause our suppression only leads to depression.
I was returned to the government the next day because my master, well now ex-master, returned me because he grew bored of me.
Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart.
With a child's heart.
You mold me like I'm your work of art.
What a great head start.
You stole from a child's heart.
I got used to the feeling. The feeling of being abandoned, scared, hurt, hunger, filth, abuse, and loneliness.
You only get one go around.
So I'll make every second count.
I learned that I grew up to fear everyone around me because I was different.
I wish to fly one day, with the real angels and not be judged for being different.
I'm not you're work of art.
What a great head start.
You stole from a child.
They think I've bowed down. That I've given in to this life. That I'm 165998,
But I'm not. I'm not giving in to them. I know there is more than this. I know I'm Harry.
Even though I might not be the same sweet and cute Harry that I was thirteen years ago, but he may still be inside of me.
Cause we're all not as strong as we pretend.
We only bend to be broken in half.
Don't try to laugh.
Cause our suppression only leads to depression.
Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart.
With a child's heart.
You mold me like I'm your work of art.
What a great head start.
You stole from a child's heart.
I'm Harry, otherwise known as 165998, I'm eighteen years old.
You wouldn't mess with a child's mind.
You wouldn't be unkind.
And this is my story.
Notes
Sorry this was supposed to be up last night but as I was almost done, I had to babysit and I forgot to save. The original was better in my opinion but this will do.
Also this is probably an awful chapter and I probably am classified under those writers who put entire song lyrics into their story. But I felt that the song was a good transition and description of what happened in Harry's past.
If you want to listen to the song click HERE!!!!!
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4/18/14