Little Bit of Heaven

Resting

I don't know what happened. The last thing I remembered was sobbing, maybe even screaming a little... Everything was so loud, so noisy and violent.

Yet, even with my eyes close and my mind not completely awake, I knew I wasn't there anymore. The room was warmer, I was laying on an actual bed! The air felt clean and moved almost freely, it even smelled sweet!

Groaning some, which hurt my throat, I forced my eyes to open. The room was dark, compared to how it felt, but I was use to the dark. I had adapted to see in it, so the dark room wasn't much.

Blinking slowly, I looked around. The room was lavish, humanly lavish honestly. The room's colors seemed to be a soft gold and blue color, an odd combination that thankfully was tempered with white.

Gulping softly, I winced. My throat was dry again, dry and scratchy. How long had I been screaming?

Carefully, turning my head to the side, I noticed a gold-white nightstand near me. Other than a lamp on it, there was a small bowl of fresh, easy on the stomach fruits and a tall, fat cup of water.

Quickly I lunched at the cup. I shakily brought it to my lips and drank the cool, actually clean water. I didn't care that some of it spilled down my face!

Suddenly, the cup was taken from me.

Wordlessly, I reached out for it, making unintelligible grunts and whines. My throat strained and burned at the noise making, but it didn't hurt as much.

"What did they do to my sweet Angel..." A deep, soothing voice whispered out.

As familiar as the voice was, as calming as it sounded, I pushed myself away from him. I looked up to see a handsome skeleton with part of their skull floating off. Their eyes were oddly covered by a pair of sunglasses, maybe he couldn't stand bright lights?

Even as pretty as he was, even if his face was twisted with the look of concern and gentleness, I couldn't stop my body from shivering. I was scared of him.

He clearly saw me shivering as his expression twisted more, but anger was making a clear presences. He was angry at something. My eyes widen some as I began to think it was me... He didn't want me to be shaking like this, to be like this in general.

Yet, I couldn't stop the shaking and just seeing him becoming angry only made me more fearful. What if he hurt me worse than the Angels? What if he tries to do something worse than what the Angels did?!

Gently, a hand cupped my cheek. I wanted to flinch away from it, but it was so warm... It was so friendly and sweet to me...

"Freshy... Don't you recognize me?" The dark skeleton whispered, the anger gone from their eyes.

Gulping some, I carefully shook my head. They looked familiar, but after who knows how long it had been since I saw them last.

"Freshy, it's me, Jam... Don't you remember?" He whispered carefully, quickly moving his other to cup my face completely. Apparently, he had set the drink down.

I blinked though. He said he was Jam... My Jam, my loving Demon.

I felt tears build in my eyes, my lips began to quiver.  He came back for me... He had to!

"M-My J-Jam?" I asked, my hoarse voice rough on my ears.

Jam nodded, but he didn't smile. He was too worried about me to smile, I could tell. Yet, he leaned down and kissed me softly, his hands carefully rubbing my face.

"I'm sorry I took so long..." He whispered, his voice quiet.

I sniffled softly, latching onto him. I didn't want him to go... I was scared that this would be a dream...

"Sshh..." The gentle Demon whispered in my ear, his strong arms wrapping around me. "I'm here now... I'm not leaving you... I won't ever leave your side again." His voice hardened when he said that last part, but I didn't care. He said he wasn't going to leave me.

Slowly, the world began to darken around me, only the sound of his soul beating could be heard. It was a constant sound, it was a soothing sound that was different from water dripping onto stone floors. This was a sound to fall asleep to, not loose your mind over.