The Angel That Saved Me (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

My brain suddenly starts to work again so I rush around quickly to see what I can find. Then I notice a brown bag thrown on the floor. Must be his. I notice the name "Matt" on the front. I open it up and find a bunch of different things. Night vision goggles, a flashlight, sunglasses, $85.00 in cash, a blanket, some matches, a bag full of cookies and a thermos full of water I'm assuming. Also, a watch, compass, and what finally appears to be a first aid kit. I find some gauze and antiseptic and try to clean up his wound. As I'm doing this I can't help but notice how hot he is. He winces and finally opens his eyes. For a second, our eyes lock together, but a small squeal broke the trance. A pig...with wings trudged through the door with a mischievous grin painted on its face. There's something you see everyday...

It ran right up to angel boy and licked his face. He scolded the pig, "Geoffrey, where have you been? I needed you!" A look of disappointment and guilt passed over the pigs face. "Where you chasing squirrels again?" The pig makes a smile and nodded.

"Well, you better not do that again!" he added sternly. The pig nodded and then looked at me. The boy did the same.

"Thanks for your superior nursing skills"

"Your welcome" I smile. Then the pig speaks to me. Here go the talking animals. Am I related to Doctor Doolittle or something..? "So kid, what's your name?"

"Abby" I reply. The boy gives me a questioning look. "That's a nice name. That was my girlfriends name until...she died.." A tear trails down to his snout. I walk over to him and hug him. "There, there, don't cry"

"I miss her so much....that was all before I met Matt."

"Him..?" I ask while pointing at the angel boy. "Yeah. He's my best friend, unfortunately he doesn't understand me like you do.

I look over at Matt and he has an even more puzzled expression than before. "Did he...uh...talk to you...?" "Yeah...I've had a conversations with animals before. But this is only the second time" Matts eyes widen. I hope he thinks I'm not crazy. But then again, I'm talking to an angel who owns a flying pig named Geoffrey. Can't get much weirder than that can it?

"Yup" I say popping the P. "Your Matt right?"

"Yup. How did you know..?"

"Geoffrey told me"

"Oh, by the way, would you happen to know what day it is?"

"June 5th. Why?"

"Crap! Oh no...oh no, oh no, oh no...." This can't be...."