I never thought I'd end up here.
I always thought I'd be flying the skies forever, free as a bird. With the clouds and the wind hitting your face and the beautiful coolness of the high. But no longer.
I am a fairy. Well, I used to be. I used to be so unrestrained. I could enchant anyone. But then I had my accident. I lost my wings. I was racing in the forest, flying through the trees, with my sisters long behind me. I was the fastest, I was the best.
And then I felt the horrible, sickening tug at my wings. I was thrown back and left hanging from the trees. I'd misjudged. I'd got them caught in some harsh spiky branches up ahead. I screamed. I could feel my wings tearing up above. It hurt, so much. Eventually my sisters got to me and took me down. By then, there was no way to get them back. My wings were in tatters. My sisters gently tore the rest off. I cried as though they were a person. With them went my freedom and all that I loved.
After that, I never felt the same within our family. I always had to be left alone. i felt strange on my feet. My sisters tried to stay with me at the beginning. They used to carry me around. But I hated it. I hated feeling so weak and useless.
In the end I left, in the middle of the night. I still don't know if they're out there, looking for me. They're better off without me. That's what I've been telling myself on every step of this journey.
So here I am. This is the only place I have left open to me. I've no where else to go.
Appearance wise, I'm about a foot smaller than the average human. My hair is long, wavy and auburn. My eyes are silver coloured and my skin is so pale it's almost transparent. It used to be a rosy colour but ever since the accident it's become so pale that I can see all my electric blue veins. I have taken to staying in the shadows most of the time. I hate being seen. I hate this. I hate what I've become.
I look like I'm about twenty. But actually, I'm three hundred and twelve from last May.