GENRE: Young Adult Urban Fantasy
I was a month past my expiry date to sanity. Barricaded inside my sky-blue wallpapered room, I desperately wanted to break out, but I couldn’t, not in my current state. Feathery flesh and cartilage wings jutted from my back. Until they were vanished, I needed to stay hidden.
I cloistered with the remnants of my month’s food stores: stale noodle cakes and hard raisins. I drank water from my bathroom tap. My bed weighted against the door.
I had to keep everyone out. I had to keep me in, because only one other person knew about the wings: my best friend and neighbour, Christopher Zhang.
But right now, Chris was out of reach. While his plane from Hong Kong supposedly landed at six o’clock this morning, I held little hope of him coming by soon. Knowing the fussiness of Australian Quarantine restrictions, he was likely stuck in Customs.
Eight o’clock. The minutes crawled by on my analogue clock. I listened to the radio and hummed along to peppy pop songs. I chewed splinters of funny tasting noodles and crunched on raisins. I drew patterns on the dusty walls and flitted by the curtains, longing to peek out the window.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a knock sounded against my door.
Stunned, I froze mid-step, my heart thudding palpitations of panic. I turned to the door, but in my haste, I crashed to my knees in the process. My wings bobbed painfully. Gravity wasn’t kind, especially when the weight of wings felt so foreign on my back.