Another one!
15 years & 6 months ago
21st May 2009 13:03 Don't worry, I haven't abandoned my other story. Just...I'm taking a break. I may put up more shortly. :]
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???Oh baby, why don???t you want to stay???? My boyfriend asked me, and I glared at him as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. He looked ridiculously handsome tonight, with his blond hair straightened and looking like he actually made an effort to style it. His green eyes peered at me innocently, and I just had to make a disgusted noise.
???No, I don???t want to stay, James.??? I muttered, getting up quickly. ???I???ve told you before.??? Now, my voice was borderline on pleading. ???I just don???t want that right now???who knows, we might not get married, and???what if??????
???So???do you not love me, then???? James asked, getting up from his couch as well, and he ran a hand through my hair. I couldn???t help but close my eyes, and I sighed. It was so relaxing???but I knew better than lower my guard around him.
???I do???you know I do. But no.??? Now, I ducked out of his coming embrace, and I backed towards the door. He had a small apartment; and I wasn???t going to be here anymore. This was getting way too awkward.
???Then why not? We love each other??????
???James, just stop it!??? I cried, frowning. I could feel the tears filling my eyes, and I shook my head. ???You know what???if you???re going to pressure me???then I???m out.???
Then I walked out the door, slamming the door behind me so hard I hoped his neighbors heard it.
I couldn???t take it anymore. I just couldn???t. The way he disrespected me was just infuriating. What nerve did he have?
But, I told myself, I was better off without him. He had been possessive anyway, calling me day and night, wondering where I had been at all hours of the day. Not letting me be with my friends, not letting me have a life outside of him. I gripped my steering wheel, just thinking about it. My parents had warned me that he was bad news, but did I listen to them?
Of course not.
Even my favorite band to listen to when I was depressed, Family Force Five, wasn???t even helping anything. Their usually strange lyrics, loud and upbeat rhythms just weren???t doing anything for me tonight. I was to the point that I was so mad, I couldn???t even help it.
Maybe if tears weren???t blurring my vision, I might have seen it. The tractor trailer coming towards me, and fast. In my lane, the driver obviously paying as little attention as I was. He was in my lane, and by the time I noticed, the headlights were too close to my car, too close for me to turn away.
The impact was hideous. I heard the metal screech and class break, and the airbag deployed, making only my head safe from the impact. Though the force made me fly back into the back of my seat, hitting my head so hard I blacked out.
The first thing I felt again was something warm feeling like it was picking me up, and I opened my eyes. I got up, then looked around me, tilting my head. The crash scene caught my eye, and I looked at it. I chewed on my bottom lip, then shifted around. What was going on?
I looked down, then nearly screamed.
My body was transparent! I looked at my arms, and I could see right through them into the grass. I was a ghost, or what I always thought it would look like.
Was I dead already?
I looked at the crash scene again. It was going slow, like time was of no importance at the moment. My beautiful, small little blue Altima was practically underneath the tractor trailer now, and my lower lip shook.
There was no way I could survive that. I was a fighter; I knew that. But I didn???t even think I could fight my way out of that.
Suddenly, a light came from my left, and I looked. Standing next to me was a male, with white wings protruding from his back. He was glowing slightly, and my eyes hurt a bit looking at him, like if I looked into incandescent lights too long. I had to look away after a moment, and then rubbed my eyes. He was clothed entirely in white, I saw out of the corner of my vision. I could make out a black mess of hair, as well.
After a moment, he turned towards me, his dark blue eyes filled with pain. It made it feel like my heart was torn in two; why was this beautiful being so sad?
He reached out a pale hand tenderly to me, and touched my chin, drawing myself closer to him. His touch was warm on my otherwise cold, ghostlike body.
???How badly do you want to live???? He asked me, and I raised an eyebrow. That was an odd question???but then I started thinking. My family, my friends???they would all miss me so much. I closed my eyes as tears filled them, and as if he read my mind, the angel sighed softly. ???You???re not a selfish person, Elizabeth. You deeply care more about the people around you than about yourself. That???s why???you???ll be given a second chance.???
My eyes shot open, and then he smiled.
???I can???t do this twice, however.??? He continued, then before I could question it, I felt like I was beginning to get sleepy. ???Now, sleep???we???ll talk more later.???
As if there were invisible weights on my eyelids, they began closing, though not a whole lot of my own free will. I began getting cold again, and through my lids, I saw blackness. No evidence of the light that had been in front of me.
Then, pain hit me again. I drifted in and out of an unconscious state while the paramedics got there and took me into their van. It wasn???t long after that until I had an IV put it me, and I fell into a deep sleep.
The first thing I heard was the beeping of a heart monitor. The first thing I smelled was the antiseptic smell of a hospital. As my senses came back, I heard other things. Like some people whispering, a television being on, and a bit of sniffling. Like someone had been crying. I smelled hospital food, flowers, and perfume as well.
Then I realized someone was holding my hand.
I moaned just a bit, then opened my eyes, the white room making my head hurt. It took me a minute to get adjusted to the light, and then I saw the slight form of my mother beside me. Her brown hair, something I inherited from her, was lank and dirty, like she hadn???t moved much since however long she was here. Her gray eyes were filled with worry, and there were dark circles under them as well, marring her slightly tanned, youthful face.
???Mom?????? I croaked, and she shook her head, a couple of tears falling down her face.
???Don???t push yourself, if you don???t feel like talking.??? My mother said softly, obviously trying to struggle to keep her emotions in check. She reached out with her free hand to my hair, and she ran her fingers through it, forcing a smile on her face.
???I???m not?????? I replied to her, then closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Even doing that hurt. ???How long????
???Almost two days???we thought you were gone.??? She said softly, sounding choked up again. I didn???t open my eyes; I didn???t want to see her tears right now. It might as well make me cry as well.
I forced my thoughts on what had happened while the crash was taking place. The angel???was he just my imagination, or did he actually appear with me? Would I ever know?
???It was a miracle you lived, the doctors say. Your car was almost completely under the tractor trailer.??? My mom went on, and I opened my eyes, my heart monitor speeding up as my own heart started pounding. ???Honey???are you alright????
???Y???Yeah. What???what all happened to me???? I asked, taking another painful deep breath.
???Your ribs were broken???and you had a concussion. Your right arm was also broken,??? She went on, indicating the cast on my arm, ??????but thankfully that was the worst of your injuries.???
Yeah, thankfully. And it definitely wasn???t a coincidence. The angel I had dreamt about was definitely real. If my car was so far underneath the tractor trailer, then I shouldn???t even be here right now. Why had an angel taken interest in me all of the sudden? From what I figured, it wasn???t often that miracles like this happened.
Though, something he said puzzled me.
???We???ll talk more later.???
How would I talk to him?
My musing was cut short by another woman clearing her throat. She smiled as I looked up at her, and I did as well. ???Hello, Aunt Ruth?????? I said, not really in the mood to talk anymore. Her bright crimson, dyed hair either clashed or made her dark blue eyes more pronounced. That was the trait I got from my dad???s side of the family.
???Hello, sweetie???how are you feeling???? She asked now, and I fought the urge to make a sarcastic remark. How did the woman think I felt at this point?
???Felt like a truck ran over me???but I???m fine.??? I said, smiling through my pain. Ruth made a strange face, but I couldn???t tell if she was stung by my slight sarcasm or not.
Or she just didn???t like being here.
???Well???I just wanted to see you for a little bit. I???ll talk to you later, sweetie.??? Ruth stated, before walking over to me and kissing my forehead. After a moment, she walked out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Well, one uncomfortable moment over with.
???How long has it been???since you had your last meal, Mom???? I asked, my gaze looking over at her now. It hurt to talk, but I just was worried about her.
???A while.??? Was all she replied, and I frowned a bit.
???Go on???go get something.???
???Are you sure????
I nodded, and fought the urge to wince at the pain. Her lips drew themselves into a tight line, but after a moment, she nodded. ???I suppose, girly???but I???ll be right. Back.??? Now, she patted my forehead, and stood up. ???I???ll send a doctor in, too.???
All I could do was nod again, and I happily watched her exit the room. Maybe I could have some time to think to myself, again. Though I didn???t think I would be able to pick up where I left off.
Oh well.
I closed my eyes, and just laid there for a moment, concentrating on taking relaxing breaths. Maybe it was just all my imagination. Maybe it was all just a dream.
Maybe.
???It???s not.???
My heart jumped at the vaguely familiar voice, and I looked to the source. Where my mom had been sitting was the angel from before, and I could actually look at him now. His glow had faded quite a bit, so it was just a bit of a shine. He looked kind of tired, though, worn out.
???Did you???j-just read my mind???? I asked, slightly scared now. We both noticed that my heart rate started to rise a bit, and he leaned back in the chair. It was as if he was trying to get me to relax by backing away.
It wasn???t going to work.
???No, I didn???t. Your emotions are just displayed too well on your face.??? He replied, tilting his head.
???Thanks.??? I muttered, a little bit sarcastically. Apparently, he caught it, then he got up, looking at the heart monitor.
???What???s this???? He asked, watching and listening to the beeping on the object in question.
???It???s a heart monitor. It tell you how fast my heart is beating.???
???I figured that. How does it work????
I sighed, slightly exasperated. ???For someone I don???t even know the name of, you???re acting rude.???
???It???s Aiden. And how does this thing work???? He asked again, and I just looked at it for a moment, then back at him.
???I don???t know. You???re an angel. You should know everything.???
???Well, I don???t, Elizabeth. I haven???t been on earth for two hundred years, technology confuses me. Those big things you people call cars almost ran me over a few times while I was trying to get here.???
???Well, don???t walk in the road then. Fly.??? I retorted, then I frowned a bit more. ???Wait???how do you know my name? I thought you didn???t know everything.???
???I don???t. I was watching you.??? Aiden said quietly, the heart monitor forgotten for now.
Ok, that sounded like he was stalking me.
???Stalker.??? I muttered, and he just frowned as well.
???Is it so bad????
???Yes.???
???Well excuse me.??? He mumbled, sounding stung. I felt bad for snapping at him. ???And I can???t fly, not anymore.???
???Why not????
???Because I lost my wings when I saved your life.??? He responded quietly, then looked at my shocked face. ???What? It was worth it.???
???But???why???you???what about?????? I stammered, knowing I wasn???t making much sense, but this whole situation wasn???t doing so hot on my mental health. At all.
???I told you, I was watching you. And I didn???t want to see you die.???
That shut me up for a minute. It wasn???t easy to do, leaving me speechless like that. Why would an angel even care if I lived or died? If I died, and I believed in God, wouldn???t he be happy to see me in Heaven?
My mouth felt dry now, and I figured it would be good to change subjects.
Except, I couldn???t think of anything to say. What he had said still made my tongue tied.
Aiden fell silent for a moment, then smiled. ???You???re welcome, Elizabeth.???
???I?????? I started, and then looked towards the door as I heard footsteps coming close. My mother walked in again, and she frowned.
???I heard talking???who were you talking to???? She asked, and I looked to where Aiden had been standing.
He was gone.
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