Part 5 : Scars that Bleed

I don't know how but I got out of the water, alive. I awaken, only to find myself in a familiar place. A burnt place. My mind glitches and brings back the memories I have been trying to forget, the fire, the screams and cries of many, if not more, families. 

There is a stinging pain on my arm and face suddenly. My back and wings are numb. I sit up after realizing I've been laying down this whole time. My head hurts but I force my eyes open only to see that my flower has been planted, yet still wilting. There is nothing here but a dying weeping willow now. Although there is still some ash left, I notice. Nothing left.

I look up, daytime. It's a little cloudy, I think it might rain soon because the clouds continue to build and they grow darker slowly, not so slowly that I can't see and watch however. The shading clouds calm me like the moon and stars do. 

I look down at my flower just as a falling petal touches the ground. Again, I hear the flames, the yelling, the cries of the children. I will never forget that. I will never forget the panic I know those families and I shared in rush to escape the uncaused burning and bright flames. That is carved in my memory.  Every last part.