The Wing(horror story)

Instructions

I was sitting in my room. I am a 15-year-old girl and finally got my own room. It has been peaceful for the past months. I like to draw and listen to music. If I am not at school I am listening to music. So I was on my bed. My parents took my two younger brothers on a camping trip. I decided to stay behind. I was on my bed listening to Skillet and Rustage. It was around 5:am. I was about to text my BFFS, but a bizarre shadow fell over my room. I walked to the window and peered outside. There was a wing on the windowsill. It was mutilated. I stepped back disgusted. I decided that I would go to bed. When I awoke from a deep sleep, I saw it was raining. As I stared at the droplets making weird shapes on the window, I realized one of the patterns looked like a watery wing. I shut my eyes acting like I didn't see it. I woke up the next morning, got dressed, and walked to my High School. It was down the road so it didn’t take long. When I got into my Seminar class, the professors were already talking to some students. I took my seat waiting for class to start. I looked around the class. There was a kid next to me. He was a little creepy to me. He was really into drawing as well. I asked him what he was drawing kina out of habit. He looked up and picked up his sketchbook and showed me the drawing. I was mortified. It was a picture of a wing falling from the sky. I stuttered and asked why he drew this. He simply said that it just came to mind. After the classes flew by, I went home quickly. I walked up the front porch steps. I realized that the front door was open. I didn’t remember to even shut the door I thought to myself. I was always forgetting these particular types of things. As I walked into the bedroom and saw a man. An old, creepy-looking man. I sat there frozen. I ran to the kitchen hoping he didn't realize that someone else was in the house. I grabbed a knife from the nearest drawer. When I turned, he was standing right there. I tried to slash him, but he shot me in the arm. As I fell back, I saw the look on his face. He looked horrified. He ran out the front door. As I lay in my own pool of blood. I turn to take my last look at the house. Mother always did like crowded areas. I look at the wall. I see that my blood splatter has made a strange shape. I stare for a bit. And at the last moments of breath, I realize with a jolt that it is the shape of a wing...