Apparently, you assholes on the internet don't take me seriously.
I'd like to live normally, to not have these 'wings.'
I'll retell this a little more clearly.
My eyes are darker. It's the whole eye. They're a type of silver. They glow and reflect like a cat's eyes.
It's getting harder to breathe. My eyes are completely black, not silver anymore.
There are cuts on my back - huge, deep cuts. They reak like blood and decaying flesh.
I passed out in a large pool of blood.
I awoke. I have wings. They're black and look like a bird's.
I can no longer speak, just...noises. Crowing. It's nothing a human could make.
I have nothing left to write. I can't talk and my vision is fading. I fear I will soon lose all my senses. I can barely hear or taste. Don't bother sending help, if you could. It's a lost cause.
-The Raven(This story is credited to a person called Midnight Agony.)