Sprouting Wings

My back is bent backwards as something forces itself out my skin.
I try to reach my back but I can't touch it. Warm blood trickles down my spin like rain on a window, until finally the object breaks through. I spin around, trying to see what has come out of my back, but couldn't. It was then I realized I could move them. I wiggled them around, fully in control. Rushing towards my mirror, I stared at my reflection, with white feathery WINGS coming out my back. Tentatively, I stroked the soft white slightly bloodstained feathers. They were as soft a a bunny's ears. A dangerous thought went across my mind. I experimented jumping off the ground, and I was able to float in the air for a few seconds before dropping back down. I walked to the window and unlatched the lock. I spread my arms, lifted my feet off the ground, and flew................................................... Suddenly, my wings shot back into my back until only stumps were left. I struggled to keep them flapping but it was no use. The stumps disappeared and I sailed through the air, arms flailing until I crashed onto the hard concrete, heart silent.