Wing Clipping/11

Faster.

It's growing faster.

She can't breath right, she feels a inky murky lump in her throat.

Is it breaking out of her?

Can it break out of her?

She can slowly feel herself losing control.

Without warning, her arm shoots up and breaks the mirror in her dorm.

She's now standing in shards of glass.

She thinks she should feel mortified that she broke the mirror.

Instead she feels...happy.

And that scares her more than anything.

Power pulses through her veins, but instead of feeling excited and ready to take on anything, she feels like her blood was replaced with sludge. She's really starting to freak out.

...And then she isn't.

She watches the sun start it's descent and her eyes start to burn.

Slowly her thoughts dim, replaced by the voice.

The Voice.

The presence inside of her had enough fighting for control.

Now it was ready to take it.