(Millie's POV)
I went to bed. He showed me the recording room then I left to go to my bedroom. Not saying or explaining. I just need to think. Turned over and noticed a green light. I looked and saw my wings.
"Great..." I muttered. If you didn't know by now I'm a pixie. Yep. That's me Millie the pixie. I can do lots that I really don't want to talk about. Yeah... The room suddenly looked different. No it wasn't my room. It was the Orphanage. I saw Sydney being beaten. I realized I was in pixie form. Which looks ilke a green ball of light. Sydney is the only one still living to know about this. As she was being beat she noticed me in the window. I went through and distracted Ms. Hanny.
"What the-"
The reason why she knew was well. She's also a pixie. She became a pink ball of light and followed me. We got back to Mark's house and became human. Our wings faded and I looked at her. She fell to the ground. I instantly sprinkled some pixie dust on her and she was healed up.
"Thanks." She said.
"Now go." She went to climb out the window. She looked back at me and became a pixie. Being in pixie form time freezes. Well for you. But then again pixies fly really fast.vTo anyone else it looks like you never left or anything. Just changes you made to your human form if you did. It's all confusing. So Ms. Hanny will be confused but she'll live. Mark walked in the room. He looked normal but I could tell he was shocked. I kinda hugged myself. I let go of my arms and looked down.
"You know...?" I muttered.
"I-I"
"You want to take me back now don't you?" My wings came out again. The left one tilted down. Giving away the fact that it was hurt. It was. One of the previous families found how and tried to rip them out or something I don't know exactly what they tried to do. But now my wings is bent. Un able to heal itself.
"What's wrong with it?" He asked. I saw the light from my wings in his eyes. Did he actually care?
"Someone... Hurt it."
"Wouldn't that hurt you?" He said looking at me.
"I mean yeah..."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would they try and hurt you?"
"I don't know... I guess they didn't like it."
"Would it hurt to touch it or bend it back?"
"I don't think so... Then again no one's tried." I went and sat on my bed. He walked over to me and started to bend it back gently. I winced.
"Oh I'm sorry."
"It's ok."
He kept trying to bend it back. Carefully. And it worked. It wasn't bent anymore.
"What?..."