Without My Colored Glass Wings

Chapter 1- Fresh start   Bright light...so bright..   What is this? Where am I?   He opened his mouth and water came rushing into his lungs.   I can't… I can't breathe. Help me…   Is that a hand? Yes! A hand! I just need to reach it but ahhhh…   I feel helpless. It's like I'm slowly falling deeper and deeper to the abyss. Who's hand was that? The lights are getting dimmer and dimmer. Where am I? Is there an end to this pit?   He gasped for air one last time but swallowed more water and then, he gently cl

Chapter 3- A Perfect Day   Drrrrr!    Crash!   Bang!   Melo was awoken by crashing and banging happening outside his room. What kind of ruckus is happening? He thought to himself. He slightly opened his eyes but all he saw were the lights peeking through his window blinds, beaming across the room. He scooted to the other side of the bed, facing his big glass window that is covered with white blinds. Then, he slipped two of his fingers in between the blinds and allowed just the right amount of light to pass through.   Argh! My eyes!   The sudden gush of white

Chapter 5- A Mistake I’m sorry, Dad. Melo opened his mouth but no words came out, not even a sound. He tried some more just to break the deafening silence. His parents sat still, not making eye contact. He could see his father’s hands, clenching tighter and tighter on the wheels, and hearing his mother gritting her teeth. His mother pounded her chest with her fist. Melo was horror-struck. His breathing quickened. He remembered how he felt when he was standing in front of his school door. His mother pounded her chest with her fist, once more. Harder this time. Melo’s vision pulsated as his mother continuously pounded at her chest, harder and harder than the last time. His mother and father gritted their teeth, making eeking sounds, piercing his ears. He opened his mouth again, forcing even a small squeak to come out, but nothing. He tried once more and as the sound of her rhythmic pounding of her chest and the g

Chapter 7- Half Dead Darkness in Phynoisse was not something unusual from its residents but today was different. The stench of burning metal and the taste of blood mixing with the gust of wind, assaulting every senses of Aeshua but how? How could she even think about the sickening smell and view if this was the last time she could be with the only person who stood by her when everyone left and forgot her? For hours, she sat there watching and balling her eyes out in silence. She tried to stay strong. She had to. Who will take care of Jim and the twins? She thought. Nana was the only living relative of the twins. By blood, Nana wasn’t related with Aeshua but Nana’s daughter was the one who saved Aeshua from that dreaded night. The night she was banished to Phynoisse. Without a home and anyone to run to, Aeshua sat in the corner for days covered with dried up mud and moss. One night, Carmilla, Nana’s daughter, just so happens to pass by

Chapter 9- Quick Detour   Swinging like a pendulum, Aeshua felt her head throbbed as it rocked back and forth, banging what seemed to be a bumpy and hard futon causing her to feel dizzy and nauseous. She tried to use her hands and feet but to no avail, both of them were tied tightly and no matter how hard she wiggled, her strength is not enough to cause her carrier to lose his balance. A cloth was stuffed inside her mouth but she still tried to heave and luckily she was able to push the cloth out using her tongue. With the last energy she has, she tried to take a bite on the back of her carrier.   He screamed in pain and threw Aeshua on the spring bed in front of her. He grunted.   “Carlos! What are you doing?” Czarita exclaimed angrily.