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The Angel of Death, how does it feel to get your wings clipped? To be stripped of your power?
You hit the water and started to sink. You struggled to breath, is this what its like to feel helpless?
No- you know what its like to be truly helpless.
You felt water slip down your throat, you couldn't breath.
Unable to breath, now this is the feeling your used to. The feeling of helplessness.
You kicked as hard as you could, but it was practically useless.
The very few times you were able to take a gasp of air, you saw them. You weren't sure exactly who they were, all you knew is they held the scissors that had cut your wings.
You fought to stay up for longer, to be able to breath, to cry out, to curse the being that did this to you.
But you just sank, sank deeper into the water, into your fate of being stuck.
Trapped.
If only you had fought harder. Maybe you'd still be flying. Maybe you'd still be free.
Felt your vision fade.
You knew nobody cared, nobody saw you, nobody helped.
Why would they.
Why would someone help a NO ONE