Light Angel

Chapter V: Transformation

    Doctors couldn't explain why my hair turned white and grew at a surprising rate. They ran tests and scans, but everything came back normal. My muscles never became atrophied; my body looks the same way before I fell into a coma. I was released from the hospital and I caught up on my work within two weeks. As much as my teachers told me to take it easy, I still pushed my brain. The odd thing is that I never felt stress while working. It's like my body was used to it.

A month has passed since I was released from the hospital. I attended a funeral for my mom. We were now living in a renovated apartment downtown in London. It's something that I see at a London sofa store in gray, black, and white. The couches are comfy, yet not too thick of a cushion. The traffic is nuts. Dad decided not to kick me out of the house, but he is barely even home. He probably felt bad that I had to witness my mother die right in front of my eyes.

I am starting to feel desolate. I don't want to visit a friend's house because I can't just sneak out without my dad's permission and I am afraid that my dad will go crazy as my mom would, especially towards George. Dad's superstitions against George vanished after getting him to know him more. He visited me in the hospital while my dad was there. He didn't know that George was my mom's scary buddy until George told him flat out.

"So who you must be?" My father said, "Naomi's boyfriend?"

What?!

"Nah, I'm her friend from Free West London School," George replied, not minding my dad's jokes, "I am George."

He shook my dad's hand.

"How come I've never met you earlier?"

"Naomi's mom kicked me out the moment I sat in the house."

I feel the heat rising from my cheeks as I sit up in the hospital bed, looking too lively as ever. "He's mom's 'devil,'" I remarked.

I was shocked that dad didn't lose his cool and stayed calm while getting to know him. He figured out that he is a really cool and smart kid. I guess he was fully relieved that George was also Christian, but attended a different church. That's not always the case with some people. Father wasn't blind to feel George's vibes. He does have that trustworthy and friendly aura about him. It's sad that my mother didn't see it. It's a party of light green and yellow, the aura was never there earlier. I started seeing it after the fiasco.

I have to cut my hair more than twice a week because it grows too damn long. It's the most annoying thing my body has done since I got out of the hospital. I cut my hair to the length of my shoulders. Two to three days later, it will be against my mid-back. My friends compliment how shiny and white my hair looks. It reminds them of snow. I like to keep my hair short. My friends oppose me, saying that I look more beautiful when it's long. Don't I already look beautiful? It's not a pain to brush; my brush always goes through smoothly without any snarls. I am trying to keep it manageable and avoid it becoming as long as Rapunzel's. It's nasty it is to have your own hair stuck in your food and going into your mouth.

People began noticing and talking to me more at school. I may look different, but I am the same Naomi before my uncle's onslaught. My skin is clean without any acne, injuries, or blemishes. My eyes have a glowy tint to them. It's not really glowy like you see in someone supernatural. If I turn the light off and look in the mirror, they do radiate some shine. My eyes used to be hazel, but now it's pastel green. My vision changed as well. It's sharper and I can see farther now. If I focus on a particular spot, my sights zoom in like I see in movies. I see better at night. The best part about it is that my vision can remove the roadblocks. For instance, if I look up in the daylight and I wish to see the stars, the ozone layer disappears in my vision. It can also help if celestial objects were blocked by pollution.