Little Things and Angel Wings

Breale's death was difficult for me to cope with. It's just hard to accept that everyone who even cared for me the slightest leaves. The beatings from the guards also got worse, I have a difficulty walking without stumbling. If every bit of dignity and self pride I had was not already gone, it would be gone now. They have seen me weak, vulnerable, and helpless. They have seen me cry and scream in pain. I have nothing but the wings on my back and the hair on my head. Everything else is theirs. They own my pain, body, and freedom. I have nothing to live for, but I also have nothing to die for. Death would be so easy for me, I wish for it so dearly, but only the good deserve to die young. I don't deserve to die young, I am no good. I am worthless, the only thing about me that has worth is the wings that caused all of this pain. I always dream of me never recieving the wings and living an ordinary life, where my childhood wasn't stolen. But my dreams never become reality.
Today was Prep-Day, the day before the auction where we get groomed. I patiently wait for the guard to drag and haul me to the blindingly white and clean walls and floors called the "Prep-room". Until then, I rub the beautiful shimmering silver pendant around my neck. I know I don't deserve to wear it, I'm selfish like that I guess. But I compare my finding of the necklace to Breale. I found something shining and beautiful under a layer of straw. Breale was a simple looking girl but she was still golden and under that she had something truly gorgeous.
I am quickly brought back to reality when the guard yelled out my number. I raised my head to let it be known to him that I heard him. He unlocked my cell, and pulled me off the ground and cuffed my hands. He led me out of the door, slapping my back everytime I stumbled.
The walk to the Prep-room felt long , but once we arrived I almost felt blind by the whiteness of the room. Suddenly a woman wearing blue everything walked in and yelled on the top of her lungs, "Hello darling, I am Twist. I shall be your stylist!".
I flinched from her loudness. She was peppy to say the least. Twist suddenly grabbed my wrist and I stumbled. The guard was about to slap me, but Twist screamed "Don't touch my client! Now please leave, I'll call you when your services are needed!".
I wanted to thank her for preventing me from getting hurt, but she dragged me over the table before I could speak. She started cutting off my clothing, whih was just tight black boxers that every male hybrid gets before every auction. She was about to cut the thin silver chain around my neck, but I beggeded her.
"P-Please don't cut that. It means so much to me."
"Ok darling." she said and left it be.
After that she pulled me off the table, she dragged me to the aria. Cold water hit my body like a million bullets. Twist rubs my body with flowery soaps because privacy isn't a right of hybrids. She rubbed soapy shampoos through my hair. The parade of small cold watery bullets comes to an end as she rubs my body with a soft towel. She then shoved me back over the table to put a new pair of tight black boxers on. Before I knew it I was off the table and was placed in the styling chair. Twist started blow-drying my hair until it was dry. Then she started snipping my hair to "perfect" length. Then she wrapped a silver leash around my neck, and called for the guards.
The guard led me out, kicking me everytime I stumbled. I almost fell numerous times, but I knew I would be beaten if I did. I was led to the crowded hallway where all the other hybrids were staying tonight. The guard hooked my leash up to the pole above me. I sat down, my legs didn't have the strength to continue standing. I looked to the left of me and saw a boy around my age with red-orange hair who was a rabbit hybrid. I looked to my right and saw a little girl who was about eight with little white and black speckled kitten ears. The most painful part was her shoulder-length red hair, just like Breale's. She was crying, I had to comfort her.
"What's your name?" I asked her.
"345674" she quickly responded, thinking I was a guard.
"No, your real name." I said. She looked up at me to reveal her icy blue eyes.
"Anna, what's your name?" she asked.
"I'm Harry." I responded.
"Harry, I'm scared" she said, as she began to cry. I pulled her into my lap and hugged her, while rubbing circles on her back. Her crying subsided after awhile as she fell asleep in my arms. I began letting sleep blind me as my eyes drooped. I looked at Anna before I drifted off. I looked at her hair that reminded me so much of my Breale. I looked at her small body and frame. I looked at the black bra and panties that no one should be forced to wear. I sighed before falling asleep.

It's always the innocent that get hurt.

Notes

I am so so sorry for taking forever to update. I had little to no motivation to write this chapter. Than my laptop got taken away when I did. But my family drove down to Florida for spring-break yesterday, so I had a bit of time to write this chapter, and the next one. Now I've come across another problem, the next chapter didn't save properly so I will have to re-write it whenever I can.

Twist's Outfit