Hello there, my name is Calix. I’m an angel. Sure, you probably think it’s all that but in reality… I hate myself, my life, and all the people in it. I’ve gotten abused, bullied, and teased non-stop since I was just a toddler. I’ll start from the very beginning.

I was born as a son of two very important angels, but even so I was frowned upon because I had black wings. Black wings are the sign of a demon or something un-fortunate, My parents had to either kill me or abandon me, because I’m still here they obviously decided to abandon me, the only bad part of that plan is…when parents abandon a child in our land they get killed. It’s a rule. It was a horrifying day when that happened. I cried for hours, days, weeks. I would cut myself and scream in pain, to punish myself. I survived alone for a bit until I decided that I was worth it. I was born different. I had always been different, and everyone else was different too. No one is the same and never will be. I am special and they can’t take away who I am from me. I would not give up for the sake of my parents because I’m a warrior. I’m going back to the village and fighting for who I am.

When I returned to the village I saw others hug their children and frown at me, they looked at me as if I was a piece of gum on the bottom of a shoe. I just glared back and stuck my tongue out at them. I had really wild, tangled hair and messy wings, my shirt was torn and too long for me, better than nothing. I kept walking, until a kid approached me and said “Why are you here, you scum!” I was still really sensitive and felt my cheeks get hot and tears form in my eyes, I pushed them away and said to him “I’m not scum! I’m an angel just like you, I don’t care what color my wings are. We’re both mice.” I said this putting my paw on my hip with a little sass. This kid looked at me like I was crazy and then shook his head. “You’re weird.” He said while pushing me onto the ground, I got up feeling angry. I brushed off the dirt and punched the kid in the face, I didn’t care. “I don’t care who you are! I don’t want you insulting me or my family” I exclaimed at him. His little followers started to chase me. I was much faster than them though. I found myself a little place to stay in the back of an old abandoned barber shop, it was cold at night, but I managed by stealing goods from the market.

I lived in the back of that barber shop for three years. It was a lonely and slow three years, but I managed. I decided I needed somewhere better to stay. I roamed the little town, people still didn’t want to come in contact with me, when I walked down the streets they would move to the side of the streets. I was 12 in mouse years. I had an instructor for flying, we all did, but we all shared him. He abused me the most out of anyone. Whenever I messed up he would whip me. I have scars from him still. I always thought this would be the most pain to go through.

Then a 2 mouse years later I met a girl with long black hair, she wasn’t an angel. She told me her name was Morticia. I liked that name, I thought I would call her Cia. We started dating at 14. I loved this girl until I found out….who she really was. She abused me. She scratched me with her razor sharp claws the blood would come out like a river, it hurt so badly. She smacked me with various items and told about all my flaws, one day she decided she was removing my wings, and I really truly don’t know how she did it. It was the most pain I ever went through, it was in the dark and she ripped them off me slowly so I could feel the pain, it was a punishment for going out to the market without telling her, I yelped at screamed at every tug. I can’t explain the pain I went through that night.

One day I finally decided I was putting an end to this, I wasn’t spending the rest of my life with her, abusing me every chance she could. I would never hurt her back that would look terrible. I broke up with her and ran as far as I could, it was winter and very cold, I ran for what seemed like miles and finally saw a building in the distance, I knocked as hard as I could and saw a short handsome boy standing in the doorway, he took me in and I saw a little boy run up to me, later I found out he was an year older than me. His name was Theodore and boy was he short. He was very kind and waited next to me while I slept, when I awoke….there he was. Sometimes it was a bit creepy but I’m glad he cares. I found out the boy that took me in was Axel. He was very kind and loving I could tell but he didn’t want people to know that so he acted tough. I really liked these two and decided to ask if I could stay and do work for them. That’s when I found out about a team they were on, they were fighting against some people called the ‘Freedom Fighters’ I was intrigued by this. I asked if I could join their team. They both looked up at me amazed and asked in unison “You really want to?” “Sure, I’m a warrior” I said to them and winked.

Axel, Theodore and I bonded a close friendship through this war. We gained lots of members overtime and our family kept on growing, eventually a girl joined our team, and her name was Zenzi. She was kind of funny how she acted. Only one thing. She spoke German, I understand German but some of the others don’t. My life changed when I met these people. I can be myself around them but I will never take off my mask and see my scars, I don’t want them to be pained every time they look at my face. It’s such a shame. Here I am me but I was always different, and I still will be.

I did some art too of calix when he was little.Clicky

Note: If you're wondering why I'm here, my mom and dad finally gave in to letting me stay. Off-topic sorry siiri.
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