She wandered around aimlessly, feet echoing hollowly on the pavement of the city. Her mind was a jumble, she was dazed, confused. Things she thought she knew and things she did flew in and out, slipping between her fingers like water.
The people she passed were faceless to her, the mumblings of their thoughts buzzing meekly in her mind. Their thoughts intruded on her on to the point where she didn't know if their thoughts were actually her own and vice versa.
She wore a long black trench coat and beneath them her wings itched, cramped. For too long they had been confined in their hiding. She remembered (or did she? She had no way to be certain the memories were actually hers.) when she first came near the city that she was uncertain as to the human's reactions to her wings. They could be so unpredict-able at times.
But now she no longer cared. The point at which their thoughts invaded her mind had left her nothing to follow but her instinct. And her instinct told her to leave, flee this place for fear of her very sanity.
So she climbed the fire escape of the tallest building she could find. She climbed to the top, where the wind even in this city was strong enough to lift her. Off went her jacket, tossed carelessly over the side of the building. She watched it float idly to the pavement numbly. It felt as though the jacket had meant something to her at one point but could no longer remember exactly what it was she felt.
Free at last, her wings spread open with a flurry, stretching gratefully far beyond her head. She could feel wind pressing around her, promising freedom and peace in its caress.
She jumped.
Her wings opened, singing loudly, happily, content to be free and flying where they belonged. The wind howled and rushed past her ears, a familiar and comforting sound.
Then, people began to notice her. Their thoughts became alarmed, frightened and as one more person focused their attention on her the more damage it did. There were too many, far too many for her to escape.
Safety. I must find… Safety.
She flew away as fast as she could, careening dangerously close to buildings. Within her mind, chaos built, threatening to reign over her, a cruel dictator. Every second she spent flying was spent struggling to retain her sanity, her self-identity.
Slowly, very slowly, their thoughts began to fade and she was able to regain some control over her mind. The damage had been done and it would be a little while before she was at full strength. It isn't too bad, some part of her thought. I just need time to rest.
She was aware of flying over water for several miles. She wasn't sure of the direction she flew in, or how long she flew exactly. She knew that when she came over land she crashed into it gratefully, even though it caused her a huge amount of physical pain.
Tired, exhausted and suffering from pain of both her mind and her body, she welcomed darkness when it came to claim her.
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