Pain was still running through my body after yesterday's ordeal. I guess I should count myself as lucky to be alive after I survived the fall from this tower. But I don't think anything about my life had given me a reason to think I was lucky. Here I sat in nothing but rags, with pain shooting through me with every move I make, and my wings becoming useless just seconds after I opened my eyes for the first time.
I look up into the sky, not knowing what to do, how to do anything, or even a reason to do anything. Despair was clearly winning this fight. But then I heard the voices of people arriving. "so this is god's tower. It's huge. It would be one Hell of a view from up there." The voice of a male rounder the corner. I had a hard time holding back a laugh when I thought to myself try falling from up there, its a view to die for.
Then I was rudely interrupted by a pain in my stomach followed by its mighty roar. So far, life sucked.