Chrysalis. We caterpillars with huge, sparkly wings go in a chrysalis…to be humans.
“Come on, Charlie! It’s chrysalis time!” my mum screeched excitedly. (It was weird because she was human and I was still a caterpillar.) Slowly, I entered the dark, empty cage.
Five years. I was in there for five years. When I came out, everyone was terrified.
“What’s wrong?” I questioned.
I didn’t process properly… my nose… on my neck. My eyes… on my arm. My mouth and teeth separated.
They pushed me back inside and left me to shrivel and die.