The prologue - http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic27670.html <- Due to my inability to find a way around it, reading the prologue will make this much more sensical.

Edit: this is still pretty newbish I guess, so ideas are much more needed than corrections.

Chapter one: Not like in the fairytales

<Awaiting muse for introduction>

I couldn't stop my heart from pounding when the pain hit me again, like flesh tearing from my shoulderblades. Stay calm, I repeated to myself. The worst thing to was panic - that's what Dad always told me.

Leaving supper on the bare dinner table I trudged upstairs to the bathroom, deliberately slow, where I pulled off my tee-shirt, turned my back to the mirror and twisted round.

Nothing could have prepared me for the rush of sick blood and layer of sweat that pulsed through my skin at the sight of torn flesh, blood running from the wounds mixed with a luminous blue liquid.

What’s happening to me? My chest seized up in pain and fear as something scorched my skin, the blue liquid burning it’s way through the flesh.

I was deafened by a sound that escaped my lips, a scream, more like a thousand screams woven together. Never before did I realise what people mean when they say 'drowning in pain', until I found myself unable to think, breath, or feel anything else.

I doubled over, clinging to the sink, glancing up at my own crimson face, my eyes turned to pools of black ink.

The pain intensified until I was deaf to everything except that which involuntarily squirmed through the holes now torn in the skin. All I could do was scream until coloured blotches burst before my eyes. For a brief moment I could feel both terror and pity of the girl in the mirror, I couldn’t understand who she was. That isn’t me. That scream isn’t mine. I couldn't be sure. I couldn't understand anything at all.

Eventually the pain exploded with one almighty strike like lightening to my body, the final intense moment before exhaustion takes control. A loud bang sounded in the sudden darkness...

I focused my eyes to the bathroom floor, blood and blue-liquid pooling around my palms. I was on my knees, a sweet, cool throb ran like worms beneath my skin. The absense of pain was something I learned a new appreciation for.

Clutching the side of the water basin I forced myself up to my feet.

The dark ink was fading from my eyes, my face still flushed, two blurred masses behind me. My stomach twisted with a sickening jolt as my eyes focused on them.

Wings. My wings. Small, blue, and smooth. My back was sore and my shoulders aching, whilst the wings twitched weakly.

<I'm still waiting for an idea to switch from the floor to the shower, due to the fact that normal people don't mop up after something like this XD >

Diamonds of water dripped from the shower into the bath. I pushed my thumb into the On button, letting the icy water fall over my entire body as it ran through my stained clothes and lead the blood down into the drain. Easing out my wings and soothed by the water, forgetting normality was easy, to make room for the new, beautiful shapes that now fluttered lightly beneath the cold.

Piece by piece I undressed and stood in the shower and stared across the bathroom at my reflection and slowly moving my wings. Looking at my own naked body I could see a tough, blue layer of skin that hardened like a shield across my chest, around my shoulders, a thin line that broadened at my hips and covered everything down to the top of my thigh with a new wamth that spread through my body. With the feeling of my muscles renewed stronger than ever, skin firmer and a new attire growing along my skin, my own body was foreign - and powerful.

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This was something quickly jotted and later edited, so I've struggled a fair bit with the sentence structure. Critiques are much appreciated.