Bella sat near a tree in the middle of the forest sobbing quietly. Maybe I am trash... she thought. Her father's harsh words echoed in her head. No one would ever like her or love her. Her wings were spread. The beautiful cream color of her wings faded into a darker brown, the color of her wings didn't matter... Not once had anyone commented on her wings. Her hair was a darker shade of brown spreading past her shoulders.
Hot tears ran down her face as she picked up the large splinter of wood she'd broken from a tree. A good slit to the neck should end it fast... She wouldn't have to feel pain anymore... She thought miserably as she brought the weapon up to her neck...