Angel's Trumpets

1 | emotional cuts

The pitter-patter of heavy rain overwhelmed the sobs and whimpers of the heartbroken people. Everyone was dressed in black, the colour of darkness. The wooden coffin in where the corpse laid was lowered beneath the Earth's surface. Among the crowd, there stood the daughter of the departed person who greatly distanced herself from the deep hole, shielding her body with a silk umbrella and wearing a raged yet sorrowful expression.

She stared at the unfinished grave with eyes burning with agony. Who was it? Who killed her beloved father? Not knowing the answer abused the desperate will to take revenge. Her hands curled into a tight fist as she kept viewing the flashbacks of the damaged body. How could someone mercilessly murder an innocent person like that? The last bit of soil was thrown into the pit while families and friends bid their last goodbyes.

Goodbye, dad. I'll always remember you.

The young woman felt so useless for not being able to do a thing. so she decided to drive to the police station immediately after the funeral. 

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The wheels screeched on the bumpy road as if they were in pain due to the rough driving. The vehicle twisted and turned in every direction. How could someone do this? Why, why, why? Lauren tightened her grip on the steering wheel. As a daughter, she believed she had the duty to make the criminal pay.

I'll destroy him with my own hands! Dad didn't deserve this!

The pain throbbing in her heart made it difficult for her to focus. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She tried to blink back tears but she poured down more and more teardrops down her cheeks. A speedy truck appeared out of the blue in front of her car, sending it flying into the opposite direction. Pieces of glass scattered everywhere and cuts were made on Lauren's soft skin.

It was too late before she realised what was happening. The last thing she saw was crimson liquid splashing onto her face.

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She woke up dazed in a room full of doctors and nurses dashing around with sweat trickling down their worried faces. Almost everything hurts — her face, her neck, her arms, her legs and more. She opened her mouth to call a doctor, but her tired mouth could only release a small groan. Luckily, a male patient next to her heard her voice.

"Doctor! Lauren...Lauren Hart is awake!" he yelled. A doctor rushed over to Lauren's side, holding out his stethoscope at her chest. He nodded, confirming her heart rate was normal again. "Hello, how are you feeling?" he questioned with genuine care. She formed a weak smile on her lips as a response. "Great, we'll run a few tests for now." he beamed at her.

After the medical tests were done, her roommates kept her comfortable in the unfamiliar atmosphere. They were most likely extroverts, judging from their lively and enthusiastic personalities. They became friends within a short stretch of time.

However, there was this one guy who kept silent all along. He looked like someone Lauren knew, but she couldn't tell who. Even his most beautiful facial features couldn't hide the nervousness written on his face. "It was him who called the doctor for me last time, so it won't hurt asking him if he's okay." Lauren thought before doing so. The boy just tiredly smiled back, obviously at the verge of bursting into tears.

His sniffs and hiccups got everyone's attention. "Hey, what's wrong?" the oldest of the group, Belle, asked in concern. "N-Nobody's going to like me n-now." he started sobbing, but Lauren was quick to calm him down. "No, I'm sure there are so many people who adore you. Like...your parents, relatives and a lot more." she comforted. It eventually reminded her of her dead father.