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She had to get away. If she didn't, she'd die — that much was blatantly obvious — but at this point, she was beginning to enjoy the thought. It wouldn't be overly pleasant, considering who would be doing the killing, but it would at least put her out of her misery. She'd be happy. Everyone else would be happy. It only seemed like the most logical course of action.
Shut up, you dumbass. You're gonna live. You've stayed alive this far, so there's no point in giving up now.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and took a running leap into the air, flapping her wings when she didn't feel the ground under her feet to take off into the air. As horrible as her situation was right then, she felt peace when she felt the air beneath her wings. She was safe now, high above her perpetrators, hidden among the trees. She could get away and hide and then finally run away and create a new life where she could quite possibly be happy.
A sharp pain in her right wing cut her daydreams short.
It was sudden at first, the initial impact being hardly felt. The after pain, though, that was hell. She let out a sqwaking shriek of pain, flapping furiously with her good wing — she couldn't even force the other to move — in an attempt to stay airborne.
The attempt was embarrassing to watch — that much was obvious from the hysterical laughter beneath her. This was humiliating. She was crying and hysterical and trying desperately to fly with one good wing and one horribly mangled wing from whatever was thrown at her. No wonder they were laughing. Anyone would laugh. She would have, too.
...Maybe that's why this is happening... Karma for being a terrible person...
Through teary eyes, she looked below at the rapidly approaching ground. Red eyes slipped shut, and she wished nothing more than to die on impact.