Winged Loner

She didn't know what had happened. She didn't know why she was there...Things had gone horribly wrong. Not that she knew the difference between wrong and good anymore. The emotionally battered, elegant, winged female creature known as Alexis, sat there, robed in what she was made to believe was a white dress.

'Awfully tight' were the words that came to mind when she was forced into them. The room was so bright…and god damn the walls and floor felt weird. Where the hell am I? They said they’d come visit me! They said this room was for the best! Where are they?! She cried out in her mind to the only person that was with her...but even she wasn’t there anymore.

She didn’t mean to hurt anyone. They told her it was okay…that she wouldn’t be punished. That she wasn’t insane…that the doctors wouldn’t prod her anymore… But where were they? Her friends? Where was Yuma? They said they’d find him…tell him.

“I’m all alone…” she whispered eerily, rocking herself back and forth, her arms snuggled tightly to her chest, wings restricted to her back by her ‘regal’ white garment. Only it wasn’t a garment…the room wasn’t oddly textured. It wasn’t even a room. It was made especially for her. The dress was a straightjacket…and imprisonment to keep her from hurting herself. The room was a cell, a padded one at that, for her ‘added’ protection. She was alone. As alone as she always told herself she was. As alone as she always told herself she needed to be…To prevent herself from hurting anyone emotionally or physically. Now she was the one hurt…. And she didn’t even know.