Part 6 : Sorrow that Pours

He is a traitor I hear a deep voice tell me as I awaken from a light, soft sleep. It is raining. I tighten the bandage wrap on my arm after standing up and make my way to the burnt forest.

My wings fall. The once natural wilting, burnt weeping willow, now copped down. My wilting flower, now crushed. And, in the midst of it all, commanding the wrong and harsh work, is the ones I thought I could trust. The one whom lent their home for me to share.

But why? How? How could they do this guiltlessly? Knowing of this place being once my home? I try to refuse the fact. A dream maybe? If so, a nightmare.

"He is a traitor" I can hear myself whisper before knowing I even did. "He is a lie" again I hear. I can feel myself shaking in my saddened, shocked state as the rain falls on my skin in the same panicked rush I feel now.

I lose my train of thought and my mind blurs.

I remember yelling however I Have yet to remember what he said. My bandage is torn and wings broken. 

Why did he have to do that? Why did he betray me like this? Why?