Aurora Borealis ? Billy Batson x Reader

A/N I feel like people find these prologue's annoying sometimes so if you don't like it. Then feel free to skip it to chapter 1.

School is better than home. And I get bullied and beat up at school. So home being worse, is saying a lot already.

Let me quickly give you five points about myself and home being quite shit.

Number 1. I'm human, but for some reason...I have these black wings. I'm not joking. I can't decipher if they are fallen angel wings or crow wings but I know I'm able to make them come and go as I please, fly, and wrap myself around them because of how massive they are. The worst thing is, I don't know how they got there. It's almost as if...my memory was wiped around the age of seven. Because I remember nothing before that.

Number 2. My father is in my life, I'm not a foster kid. But he's not the best to deal with either. He's a businessman. You've heard of a gambler, right? He's the cliche. Cigars, alcohol, 'the boys', poker and he says stuff like 'woman should always be in the kitchen.' If Mom can't do it, he makes me. Sure, I've gained some skills of cooking but that's not the point. He's disrespectful, impatient, loud, and very destructive. The amount of times I've had to put my music to full volume to not be able to hear their arguments in the night to see the living room a mess as if someone came in and robbed and attacked it is unsafe. I've been told to keep my mouth shut about it, because my dad is the only one who knows about the wings apart from my best friend which I'll say at point five. He's never hit me but sure has screamed his face off, drunk or not. And he is not one to play games. It's unsafe when he's there, but if he has anything to do in order to stop it spreading in knowledge, something will happen to me and my wings and I don't dare want to find out the hard way.

Number 3. My Mother. She is nice, kind, innocent. But it seems people walk all over her, including dad. Dad was away one night and I asked Mom if I could go to a concert. But when she was so easily able to say yes, it made me feel like something was wrong. The way I sensed it when I asked for some things, made it seem like she felt herself, she had to say yes. So I stopped asking and never received the things I asked for through worry for her. My Mom has never been hit by dad as much as I know. It just seems to be a bunch of arguments and thrashing things around the house. But no hitting. That's probably another reason why Dad has still been getting away with his easy rage. But I worry for my mother so much. Her depression, her anxiety, and her panic attacks get worse every year. I don't want to say goodbye to her hearing some of the things she says. But she wants me to stay out of it and actually gets annoyed when I try to get involved. What can I actually do about that?

Number 4. The Fear Of Shadows. Sciophobia. It's a fear that has to do with mainly kids being scared of their own shadow. But I hate it too. Call it a hallucination, but I swear I see my shadow staring back at me. With blind rage and evil despair. It's fucking terrifying so my best friend is able to help me with my fear as I help him with whatever I can. I believe as well as sense throughout various nights that the black wings has to do with some sort of dark evil. Darkness. Shadows. Monsters. I don't know if it's a superpower like General Zod or villainous abilities, but whatever it is...I don't plan on turning evil anytime soon. To try and fight this fear as well as not see my shadow when walking around the streets, I wander around at night. It's also to get away from the house, from the home as I'm supposed to call it but Home is where you're supposed to feel safe. I honestly, do not. A police officer known as Detective Fallon has seen me walking around at night. I would have my hoodie up for warmth and to begin with, he thought it was suspicious. But as he sees me walking around every night, he knows that I have no intention to do any bad. If anything, Detective Fallon has actually become very trustworthy to me, as it's hard for me to trust those I don't know.