I wake up slowly. *Sigh* I must've fallen asleep. I rub my face. I turn to the clock. It's 6:00. I know it's Saturday, so he has the school day off. Should be easier to watch him. I turn and my eyes widen. The bed is empty.

"Punk?" I ask looking around.

I turn. I hear something like a razor. The bathroom light is on. I stand up. 

"Punk? Are you okay in there?" I ask.

I grip the handle. I look down. My eyes widen. Blood. He's hurt. I slam open the door.

"Punk?!" I scream.

He jumps. He drops the razor.  What the...?! This is not a pretty picture. He had... wings? There were black feathers littering the floors. His back was bleeding. Aw punk... what the Hell are you doing to yourself.

"Punk, you're going to have to explain this." I cross my arms.

He just looks at me.

"Oh right, sorry." I walk in.

I turn to his back. It did look like wings were growing. I let out a breath. He's not gonna cut them off successfully with a razor. He's just making it worse for himself. There's blood everywhere. I have my work cut out for this. I take my stingers out.

"You really want to do this?" I ask.

He nods.

"Fine. This'll hurt though." I say.