-Present Day-

Today I'm leaving one hell-hole for another hell-hole. This happens quite often, every few years I get a new owner to get abused by until they get bored of me. Apparently after a few years my master decided he was bored of my begging and screaming for him to stop stripping away the slightest bit of innocence I have left.
Not that I can blame him, other than my wings, there isn't anything special about me. My once pristine white wings have been tinted with my own crimson blood. I'm not the perfect angel-boy people want me to be.
Angels are supposed to be beautiful, graceful, and strong creatures that can save and protect others. I am not beautiful, just average looking. I am not graceful, I can't even fly. I'm not strong, I am weak, I've turned into multiple people's punching bags. I can't save and protect others, I can barely save myself.
So here I stand, in the corner of my master's home as he is ready to throw a punch in my direction for one of the last times. He hits me straight in temple. I start to feel lightheaded, but I shook it off. I then felt a piercing pain in my jaw, so he punched me there as well. My vision started geting blotchy as I start losing my balance and topple over.
I actually enjoy the period of time between falling and blacking out, it's quite relaxing. Sometimes during this period I can see her telling me to stay strong that my desires would soon come. I always hoped it was true. My desire is to die. I just can't stand the constant abuse anymore. I want to see Mum again. I'd also like to see Ida again, but she probably doesn't remember me.
The darkness started enclosing on the light I see like how the night can shut out the stars. The small stars of lights keep getting smaller until I see the full darkness of the black light within my eyes. I now feel myself going under.

Notes

HARRY IS NOT DYING!!!!
He is just blacking out.
He wants to die, but he isn't.
I'm not going to kill my main character in the third chapter.

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