Lin Haine slowly sat in the corner of her cage. She was in fetal position repeating, "I-it's all a d-dream." Hoping the leader of this ungraceful circus.

She had seen others say things like "It's fun" or "You'll love it here." Maybe she was just out of her mind. Which is what she hoped for.

"I-I should of n-nevered f-followed th-those clowns... or cl-clown?" she sighed. She could never get what was what anymore. Her back was still aching where her wings were attached. She admits that others have suffered more than her, and felt sorry for them.

She wasn't the greatest at showing her feelings other than sadness. "I-I wish my br-brother was h-here," she softly silently wispered to herself.

((Birthday is coming up. Woot! Be 16 on the 26th of this month. ))