Part 4 : Wings that Fall

II don't know what happened. The week was a blur of screams and tears. There's a pain in my back and my wings are numb and broken. I guess I was attacked, tried to fly and I failed and fell because I am drowning. I see my flower, it is still dying, wilting. I see feathers and blood floating up to the surface gently. I try to swim up with them but I fail. I am losing breath, choking, the water is flowing in quickly. 

It is nighttime. I see the moon. The moon is full. I see the stars. They are flickering. Like singing, they are in rhythm. As I watch, my panic leaves.

Then I see my flower. Yes, the reason I was panicked in the first place. Now my panic returns. I reach to grab it. I must save it. Its petals are coming off and floating up with it. I cannot swim still, like chains on my hands and on my feet I fall.

A face comes to my thoughts, a familiar face. A few familiar faces. My allies, the family. Where are they? Are they safe? I hope they are okay. I owe them so much, for allowing my stay in their home, trying to raise my happiness despite failing every time. So much they've done for me and I've done nothing for them in return. All I can do now is hope for their safety as I fall further underwater.