Forgotten Shackles Chapter 11: Tension

He woke up from a dreamless sleep, he adjusted his wings slowly and carelessly. He then changed his sitting position, sitting with his knees to the side. He leaned against the wall, his chest tightening and becoming harder to breathe. This brought extreme discomfort as he tried to catch his breath. He brought his right hand to his chest and held onto his tattered cloak, of course this did nothing to ease the discomfort nor the pain. Black, star patterned tears slid from behind his blindfold. He wanted, wished for death. But death was not an escape, not for him. He soon ed out from the lack of oxygen, his tears still sliding down his cheekbones.