My Fallen Angel

The Fallen

Hello, my name is James and this is how I died. It all started in my science class, we had a sub that day.
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I don't really like subs. They always do something wrong.

She passed out the work for today and people got right on it. I had already gotten the paper from the teacher yesterday and have it done. So I sat there a bit on my phone. Being bored I decided that I needed to use the restroom. I raised my hand and asked to go and the sub allowed me to.

As I walked to the restroom, which should be empty at this time of day, I pondered on my next assignment for art class. Nearing the restroom I can hear someone trying not to cry out loud. Without thinking to much of it, I walked in only to find an unnatural sight.

There in the sink area of the restroom was a boy with black wings. He was not wearing a shirt. There were two metal rings that went around his body and wings. I realized why he was crying as the metal rings were cutting into him. I could not help but watch as he took them off. His breath came in short gasps of pain till he got the last ring off and plugged it in to a white box. He was reaching for something to clean his cuts when he saw me. He quickly turned around in a panic. I also paniced and ran out before he could grab whatever he was reaching for.
I hurried back to my classroom and took my seat. I kept glancing at the doorway to see if he would look for me but he never showed. I continue though the rest of my classes as normal till the last class where we saw each other. We just stared, then I broke away and sat in my normal seat as his eyes followed me.

How did I not recognize him? He is in my class! I thought about it and all I could come up with is that his wings made him look different.

" James?" My friend broke my train of thought. "
What is it Mark?" I asked.
"You seem spaced. What is on your mind?" He asked.
"Nothing", I could not help but glance at the boy from earlier. He was fully focused on his work.
"There is something on your mind I know it" he nagged.
"Honesty there is nothing." I started on my work and after a bit so did Mark.

I wondered about what I had seen this morning and if he was ok. That was a good bit of blood. I glanced at him trying to see his wings through his shirt but couldn't.
I don't know how I convinced myself to go to the seat next to him.
As I sat down he went wide eyed. I felt the tension between us and had to break it some way. "Hey?" I said.

"H-hey" he said shyly.

"Are you ok?"

" Yes? Why you ask?"

"Well I wanted talk about-"

"I'm doing fine thanks for asking", he cut me off as he spoke in a louder voice causing some people look.

The rest of class was quiet till the bell. He ran out of class before I could say anything. "Why you sitting near that kid?" Mark asked and I did not know how to respond. " I.....I don't know."

" Kay, well, see you tomorrow."

" Yeah, see you tomorrow." As I walk to my bus I get lost in thought. What is he? Why can't I talk to him about what I saw? He must be hiding what he is. Is he scared of me because I know? I was most the way home before I realized it.