HellChild

Heaven

"Gabriel, this is amazing!"

"I know. So, are you going to be a guardian angel?"

"No. I think I'll stay one of the other angels. I just want to relax."

"You've been through a lot lately."

It' been a year since I first died. It's been a month since I first got into Heaven. Luckily, I haven't seen HellChild, and Gabriel is still with me 24/7. He won't leave my side because he's afraid that HellChild might try to hurt me. Now that I'm an angel, she really can kill me. He says I shouldn't have to worry too much because demons can't get into Heaven.

Heaven is amazing. It is never dark here, and everyone is happy. There are all sorts of animals, and so many different types of peolpe. I think I even saw Abraham Lincoln and Martain Luther King Jr. a few days ago. There is so much history here. I saw a little kid one day and I thought that he died when he was young. But Gabriel told me he died when he was eighty-even. Nobody is old here. I see my grandfather who is now twenty years old. Gabriel says you can tell the age that an angel died at by their wings. The more feathers they have, the older they were when they died. This made me really sad because I saw another child with only one feather for each wing. She was being carried by a mother with many feathers.

"Why does that angel only have two feathers?" I ask Gabriel.

"That angel, and many more like it, was aborted. They never even got to see the world. Their mothers killed them before they were born."

"Oh."

My mom had a friend that had an abortion, but I didn't think anything of it. I walked up to a little angel a few days later and asked what her name is. She has two feathers for wings. She says that she doesn't know her name, that she never got one. Gabriel walks up and I ask him why she doesn't know her name.

'Is she a demon?" I whisper.

"No." He whispers back. "Her parents had a miscarridge, and never had a chance to name her. She wasn't aborted, but she was never born."

"How can you tell the difference from a miscarridge and an abortion?" I asked.

"It's really hard to tell. You have to look closely at the wings. If the wings are white, then it was a miscarridge. If the wings have a light grey color, then it was an abortion. Let's talk about something else." He said.

"Sure."

Heaven is very much like the living world. It has houses and and hotels and resturaunts and pools and everything. I meet many of my dead relatives, evnen my mother and father. Last time I've seen my father was in the Dead Zone. I guess he became an angel since I've left. I met up with them two years later, or around then.

"Mom." I said. She turned around.

"Lela!" She says, running to me.

"Hi mom. How have you been?"

"I thought I lost you forever." She said.

"Well, we're all here now." Dad says.

Gabriel stands off to the side, smiling at our reunion. Then he put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"Lela, something's wrong. You see their wings?" He pointed to my parents' wings, which each one has a blcakish trim around it. I nodded. "I don't think they're really angels." He pulled me aside from them.

"What do you mean? Do all angels' wings have to be white?" He nodded. "Wait, so what does that mean?"

"I think a demon may have tainted them. I know I said that demons can't get into Heaven, but sometimes they do. I'm sorry, but I think they are tainted angels."