The Angel

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Images of a beautiful angel ran through my mind. Her wings radiated the rainbow brushed the earth, which caused everyone to stay in awe. She was young, and was about to become queen of her parents kingdom. She was loved by her people, and was the perfect fit to rule such a magnificent place.Her soul mate was a prince who had loved her since they first met as kids. His wings shimmered the color of the sky, especially at night when the night sky came. Her two guardians were found on her sixteenth birthday. They were taken away from the streets, and were put into the royal life, just to protect the princess. The sisters wings shimmered green, as if she was the earth, while her brother's shimmered gold, like the sun.

Her kingdom got attacked on her eighteenth birthday, forcing her to flee her kingdom, and start a new life in a new dimension. She gets one last kiss before leaving her home, her kingdom, her life. Then finally i came back into reality. My eyes shot open and i pushed violently off of me. He looked shocked, but realization ran through Vincents eyes. "It's you," he gasped. "Princess Ameryst. I can't believe it's you," he whispered as he tried grabbing me again. i flinched away.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled. "My name is Deana!"

Pain shot through his eyes, making me want to take back what i said, just so i can see the happiness in his eyes, or the awestruck. But then, the memories began flooding my mind. What was happening to me!?

"Ameryst, it's me Blake," he reassured, but i don't know who he was reassuring. "Look at me Ameryst. It's me."

I looked back into his midnight blue eyes, realizing that they reassembled to the guy in the memories. Something inside me made my heart lurch for him, making me feel longing, but I didn't give into it.

I pushed the feeling aside, all of the stupid memories, everything exploded out of me. "NO! MY NAME IS DEANA! DEANA LOPEZ AS A MATTER OF FACT! NOT AMERYST! AND TRUST ME I AM NO PRINCESS!"

I couldn't take it anymore. My eyes darted to the tree in the middle, and without second thoughts, i sprinted to it, trying to escape. I scurried up the tree as fast as I could. I heard rustling behind me, and i regret looking down. There was Vincent trying to catch up to me, his eyes pained. 

"Deana! Please listen to me!" he pleaded as he continued to climb towards me. I felt my heart break a little at the pain in his eyes, but i shook the feeling off and kept climbing, tree to tree.

Finally, I heard the bell ring in the distance, signaling lunch was about to start. I didn't realize how long we've been out here, but i kept moving. I jumped out of the tree closest to where i was heading. I landed perfectly on the balls of my feet, and let my mind take me where i wanted to be. Then by the time i reached the school, my body slammed into a chest. I landed on the concrete, causing my butt to hurt. I look up to see the familiar warm black eyes i've grown used to.

"Whoa! Deana!? What's wrong?" Jessies voice sounded nothing but a safety net.

I quickly got up to my feet and hugged him. "Everything, Jessie," I mutter into his chest. "Please just take me away from here."

"What do you mean?" He asked. I looked up, about to answer him, but it was answered for me.

"Deana! Please, just listen to me," Vincents voice rang from behind me.

Jessie flinched an pushed me behind him protectively.  His body tense and his stance protective. Vincent finally caught up and realized where I was as i looked from behind Jessie and met his eyes. He looked so hurt that i just wanted to push Jessie away and run to him, but i stood my ground, ignoring the feelings i felt.

"Vincent, leave her alone," Jessie's voice sounded threatening.

"All I'm trying to do is help Jessie, and you know wh-"

"She doesn't need your help," Jessie cut him off. "You better stay away from her, or i swear i'll make you regret it." Jessie turned around and grabbed me by the arm, and began leading me to the parking lot.

"Deana! I will find a way to make you believe me," Vincent yelled as we walked away.

I cringed at how much pain was in his voice, and all I wanted to do was run to him, but Jessie had a firm grip on me which kept me still.

By the time we reached the parking lot, I couldn't breathe. I felt so torn up on the inside, that i had to have Jessie drive my buggy home. The car ride was silent, except my for my sobbing breaking the silence. Jessie held onto my hand the whole ride home. This always happened when i cried, after every heartbreak, after my goldfish died, he held me as if i was his.

Once we arrived to my house, he got out and opened the door to my side and picked me up. When we reached my door he put me down and opened it with his right hand as he held me by my hips with his left. I felt weak and empty inside, as if i lost everything. He lifted me up once more, and kicked the door close once we were inside. We went up the stairs and into the room. I kept crying into his shirt, as memories and memories of the angel kept passing through my head.

Jessie laid me down on my bed and tucked me in. He laid next to me and pulled me into his chest. He started whispering 'It's going to be okay' or "Shh there's no reason to cry' and sometimes he'd just stay quiet as he stroked my hair as if i was a child. I kept crying without any hope in stopping. Finally when i actually looked at his shirt, it was soaked. I sniffled and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," I muttered softly, my voice hoarse.

"For what?" he sounded shocked that i stopped crying.

"For ruining your shirt," i said sheepishly.

He chuckled and continued stroking my hair, "It's okay, it isn't the first time this has happened."

I laughed a little, feeling the sudden attack of how tired i am. My eyes felt heavy, as if having 100 pound of weights on them. I laid on my pillow and closed my eyes. "I'm still sorry."

He laughed again, "Just sleep little one." I felt him slowly getting up from the bed.

"Don't leave me, please," i whispered, but i don't know if it came out right.

The bed sunk back down next to me, "I'll be here when you wake up."

With that my eyes shut tightly and sleep consumed me in its infinite bliss.

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