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- >Your eyes stare into the mirror above the sink, as you brace yourself for what you’re about to do.
- >Your rainbow mane is ruffled.
- >Your cyan coat has traces of snot and dried up tries.
- >But worse of all.
- >Your left wing is limp against your body.
- >Forced to flex, as it hangs lifelessly from it's socket.
- >No matter how long you stare at it, it doesn't make the task at hand any easier.
- >You fill your lungs with air, and hold it in.
- >Grabbing your wing between your hooves, you push with all your might.
- >A loud pop echos around the room, and the breath you held comes rushing out as a scream.
- >Fresh tears stream down your face.
- >The pain that followed such an act was beyond describable, but at least you can somewhat feel your wing now.
- >You are thankful that flyer school had taught you how to mend a broken wing in the field.
- >Your breath comes out ragged, your body is trembling, and vision is a word your mind can barely comprehend.
- >What feels like hours is actually mere moments.
- >You slowly open the cabinet, and reach for some bandages
- >Tentatively wrapping your limp appendage.
- >All you can do is hope that’s all it will need to heal properly.
- >Even if it heals you could never forget the sound it made when it was pulled from its socket.
- >That disgustingly loud pop that you are sure only your ears could hear.
- >The experience was made worst when the paralyzing pain that surged through your body afterwards.
- >All you could do was cradle yourself till the pain subsides, and that took hours before it even numbed a little bit.
- >Your mind started going over the past events, and the more you thought of it, the more you thought you deserved it.
- >Anon had every right to break your wing, to remind you not to make him angry.
- >You shouldn’t have dropped that plate while making dinner.
- >You shouldn’t have yelled back when he called you a clumsy, useless cunt.
- >Today at work made you forget your place.
- >A co-worker bailed making you stay far longer than you would like.
- >You were still agitated when you returned home, and you needed to vent
- >Fury consumed your thoughts.
- >Maybe some cloud glue on their route next time will show them.
- >You should of paid attention to how hot the plate was.
- >But you didn't.
- >The pain from holding a hot plate in your hooves caused you to drop it.
- >Spilling Anon's food all over the floor.
- >Anon looks up from his newspaper.
- >And the first thing he does is to insult you.
- >You were in no mood for that, so you insult him right back.
- >That caused him to raise from his seat, while he shouted more insults towards you.
- >Not backing down, you continued to shout back.
- >Apparently Anon had enough, as he started to walk towards you.
- >His hands balled into fists.
- >There was so many things you could have done in that instance.
- >But you weren't thinking straight, as you press your back against the oven, shouting at him for getting closer to you.
- >You waited to late to move out of the way.
- >Anon rushed you down, and maneuvered his body on top of yours.
- >His hands wrapped tightly against your wing, and then.
- >You shake your head, but it doesn't stop the sounds, nor the quick jolt of pain that runs through your wing.
- >Anon left you afterwards.
- >Saying that he was going to cool off somewhere.
- >Raising you head to look in the mirror.
- >Looking worse than when you walked in somehow.
- >You need to clean up.
- >You need to fix Anon a proper dinner.
- >You need to apologize to him, and beg for forgiveness.
- >Anon is a wonderful husband.
- >He provides for you, takes care of you, and even makes enough money so you don’t have to work full time anymore.
- >So long as you don’t make him mad your marriage was nothing but sunshine and rainbows.
- >With you wing fully wrapped in bandage, you give it a gentle flex, relived to see it moved slightly.
- >Now all you need to do is come up with lie that would appease your friends.
- >Hopefully they buy it just one more time.
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