Joshua hated his way home from school almost as much as he hated school.

It was the same grey roads, the same bus stop he had to pass, the same advertisements on posters and billboards. Then through the park and he'd reach home. His mother's apartment in an old, grey building in the outskirts of Birmingham. But it wasn't too bad. They weren't incredibly rich, but as a teacher Josh's mother definitely had a healthy enough income for the two of them.

Josh kicked a stone along the way as he strolled through the park, his backpack on his back. He was thinking about school, his face bruised again, his knuckles too. His mom wouldn't be happy. But what could he do? He wouldn't just run from the dickheads that kept chasing him through the school yard.

Josh was lost in thought as he spotted a feather of the ground. He didn't think much of it until he saw another one. And another one, that one bloody. The trail of feathers and blood led him to one of the tall Chestnut trees. He stood under it, glancing up. Then he froze, his eyes widening.

What he saw wasn't a bird. It was a human. A boy. A pretty boy with wings. Seemingly real ones. Maybe this was what they called angels. Josh doubted his decision to be an atheist in that moment. But then he spoke up, hoarse.

"H-..hey.. are you? What...? I.. are you okay? You're.. bleeding.."