The body slammed against the glass, thrashing about. I stood there, motionless, staring at the creature before me. Opening the window slate I realized the poor thing was jammed between the yellow stained net and the winter streaked glass. Tugging at the window frame, a tear unleashed itself from my clenched heart. Unable to help it I stood, staring, willing it, begging it, to free itself. The colourful being began flapping its wings a thousand times, over and over again. It was helpless, trapped in the present, past, future...
My throat choked up while my eyes dislodged themselves from the creature’s suffering. Breathing quickened breathes; I imagined the shouts of agony the little monster must be screeching to itself. Crying out for help the only way it knows: angrily fluttering its wings in pain. As I continued to watch, energy began draining itself away from the poor creature, slowly ceasing to exist as it slowly fell limp. I tried to dislodge the net again, hoping it was still alive. It was useless; winter had frozen the disgusting frame shut. I slammed my fist against the wall; leaving a dent barely visible to the human eye. I looked back at the creature again, its tiny wings lying helpless at its side, the fragile legs resembling twigs frozen in the air. I slowly backed away, leaving it drained of its life, its soul, never to flap its beautiful blue haunting wings again, forever a stained memory in my mind.
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Submission Name: The Bug
