Late Nights.

Ch.5 ~ Angel.

I always thought that when you died you would become an angel. It's what my mother taught me. Then, once I finally realised what really happened, I at least hoped I would get a pair of wings. I got neither of these things. I am not an angel. I have no wings. I am a flightless teenage girl with a whole lot of hate. Hate I wish I could get rid of. I think that the whole idea of wings after death made the trip a bit more enticing. It made me fear the oblivion a little less. Tate made me fear the oblivion a little less. "Violet?" I always remember that I would tell my mother I wanted wings with white feathers. I wanted my wings to resemble those of a doves. I wanted my wings to represent freedom. All I got was an eternity of captivity. I suppose I should be thankful that it is reasonably peaceful. "Violet?" Until I go crazy again. "I miss you." I needed wings right about now. I was sat on my bed, no longer in the dark hallways of the place I called home. It isn't home. This place could never be a home. "I know what you're thinking." I pulled out a sketch pad and began to draw myself a pair of wings in the hope of flying away from here. "You don't want to be here anymore." Maybe, just maybe, if I focus hard enough I could throw myself out of my window and never have to step foot into this house again. "This isn't a choice Violet." My wings looked perfect. The perfect pair to carry me away. I tore the page out messily and stuffed it into my pocket. "You can't escape this anymore. Embrace it." I slid my window high enough for me to climb out and sit of the windows ledge. "Embrace this hell hole." I wriggled forward so I was teetering on the edge. "Embrace it before it embraces you." I let go and let my wings carry me on the wind.