Emptiness

Deaf: unable to hear; deprived of the sense of hearing; lacking the power of hearing; not able to hear.

Mute: silent; incapable of speech; not able to speak; lacking the power of speech; not willing to speak.

Blind: unable to see; sightless; not being able to see; lacking the power of sight; lacking perception.

Flightless: unable to fly; incapable of flying; grounded; lacking the power of flight; unable to leave the ground.

Alone: having no one else; on one's own; isolated from others; without anyone or anything.

Deprived of the sense of hearing...

Not willing to speak...

Sightless...

Unable to leave the ground...

Without anyone or anything...

This is my life.

I don't know why I try anymore.

All I do is sit in my minuscule house, and wait for the food delivery.

I'm not allowed to fly, for everyone's safety.

Nothing sharp or remotely dangerous can be seen near me.

I can barely move around.

I can't even read anything.

It's just me and my grey thoughts.

My only conditions are that I'm deaf, I'm color blind, and that my vision is so poor, that no glasses and no spell can help.

Everything is a blur.

But I don't speak, because there is nothing to say.

I can't fly because they won't let me.

And I'm always alone.

Always.

I don't know why I'm still going on.

I think it's because I have a speck of hope left in me.

I hope it dies soon.

But I've been planning.

I've been planning for years.

And now I'm going to set that plan in motion.

It will work.

Even if it's painful.

The window frame is three black spots, two white spots, and a grey mess. The window looks out upon movement, but it locked tight and reinforced with magic. But I've unlocked it. They don't check it anymore; they think I'm too stupid.

I open the window, but I don't know how noisy it was. I think it was very noisy, because I can feel hooves banging on the ground. It doesn't matter. I'm going to be happy. No one will ever miss me anyways.

They burst through the door, and I stare at the mess running over to me. I then I lean back, and fall.

I spread open my weak wings, going into a rough glide. I'm almost where I need to be. The ocean is close.

I've managed to time it, so I know when to let go. But I give myself extra time. The ocean is large, anyways.

I then I fold in my wings and close my eyes. Them being open wouldn't have made that much of a difference anyways.

I can tell that every one is screaming, but I can't hear anything.

It doesn't matter. I will see them soon.

The fall is long

But I know that it's just in my head.

I can sense that I'm falling.

And I feel no resistance.

I don't want any.

I want my hearing.

I want my sight.

I want to see colors.

I want to speak.

I want to fly.

I want to be with them.

Mom.

Dad.

My sister.

My brother.

My friends.

They all said that it was a miracle that I made it out of it.

It was a nightmare.

And I want the nightmare to end.

Now.

"Mom... Dad... Sis... Bro... I've missed you."

"Let's go for a flight. My wings hurt. I want to feel the wind. Hear the sounds. And see you all with me."