Otherworldly Feeling

Awkward Conference

It was already night. Turns out that man had walked quite far from home before passing out. I had no way of telling what time it was. We whisper and bicker back and forth as he fumbles with the keys.

"Just open it already!" I say to him, annoyed. Somehow I managed to yell even while whispering.
"I'm trying, damn it!, just give me a second, it's dark.." He mumbles something and finally unlocks the door. "Bingo."

We open the door and walk in. The place looks decent.. There's no sign of life other than ourselves, but we still can't be sure his possible-roommates aren't asleep. I can't shake the feeling off that what we're doing is wrong.

"No, no, let's just leave, Brannon. There might be people here." I frown at him, only peeking my head inside. Brannon, meanwhile, was already inside and exploring.
"I don't know what you're talking about, feathers. Does this place look inhabited? Shit, I'm surprised that guy's house is this clean." He hums as he explores the living room.

I walked inside with a sigh, closing the door gently behind me. With how loud Brannon was being, anyone inside the house would've already woken up so we were safe. But this still wasn't a good plan.
"You do realize this isn't a permanent solution, yes? That man could still have a copy of his keys made, and realize that we broke into his house!"

I can feel Brannon roll his eyes even with his back turned to me. "Listen, Phillip-" He emphasizes each letter in my name, almost as if spelling it out. "Without the original keys, he can't do that. And considering we took all of his stuff, he doesn't really have an ownership certificate."
He tries to argue back to me. And I almost let out a hiss of annoyance.

"Yes, but he should know his address. And he can use a phone booth and call the police. We can't exactly get out of that." I respond, frowning, walking to him with my arms folded over my chest.

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not being a Debbie downer and am actually trying something, alright?! You don't have to be so negative all the time! I thought you angels were symbols of hope or something, shit." Brannon groans and angrily walks away from me. He bumps into me and I'm pushed to the side. I scowl.

"Listen, I'll figure something out, alright? You should be fucking thanking me, actually, for getting us out of the street and not having us sleep near the trash, dressed up like hookers!" He goes inside the kitchen and leans his hands on the counter. I stomp forward to follow him.
"Excuse you?! Speak for yourself, I looked perfectly fine as I was, and it was not the clothing of a sex worker!" I defend myself. I didn't want him to think he got to me, but I simply couldn't let such disrespect slide.

"Oh, great, there you go, getting all worked up again. You know what your problem is?" He growls at me, and steps closer to me. I step forward as well, to show I wasn't afraid of him. Whatever he could say in this moment would have no effect on me. I knew him and his kind, and they enjoyed messing with people and getting into their heads.

"Tell me, what is my problem?" I ask, standing straight and looking down at him.
He stared me straight in the eyes before speaking again. "You take stuff way too seriously. I don't understand how someone can be such a tight ass and still be adored. Are all of your bird friends this self-righteous, or is it just you?"
As he speaks, he pushes me until my back hits the wall behind me, right beside the door. I tried to push against him, but he managed to out-strength me like it was nothing.

I examine his face. He's red with anger, and gritting his teeth. His eyebrows are furrowed so harshly and his nose was wrinkled. I gulped dry before clicking my tongue.
"No, I think the issue here is that you have had no rules to follow since you started existing. You demons were always free to do whatever the hell you wanted and were never taught to be careful, or that your actions could hurt people. You have no moral or conscience and that's why no one likes you! Because everyone knows that, sooner or later, your species will do something to harm them!"
I didn't realize until I finished my sentence that I'd been yelling.

Brannon and I stood close. He had his fingers almost drilling through my chest, and I'd leaned forward in the middle of my rant. I could feel my face, red as if blood had just been splattered across it. He didn't look any less agitated either. We stood there, angrily looking at each other. I was reminded of our first encounter in the forest. It felt like it was so long ago, even if it'd only been a couple of hours.
The difference this time was I couldn't just leave. Not only was pinning me to the wall, but I didn't have anywhere to go. I didn't have an endless forest to wander into. He would follow me wherever I went at this time.

But still, I couldn't stand being in the same room as him, so I pushed him away from me and stepped out of the kitchen. I go inside one of the rooms, the bedroom. As I go inside, I hear footsteps quickly approaching so I enter the room and lock the door. Brannon knocks on the door.
"Phillip, you can't just have me locked outside the room." He sighs. I don't stand near the door, but he doesn't even try to open it.

I frown and turn off the lights, taking off the clothing on my body, leaving only my loose robes. The rope once tied around my waist was now on the floor with the rest of the articles of clothing.
I lay down on the bed, not replying to him. He wasn't coming in, and he'd just have to deal with it.

I hear him sigh from outside the door. "Fine.. Fine! If you're gonna be such a petty asshole, I'll just sleep on the couch. Ya happy now?" He walks away from the door and I let out a sigh.
My vision starts becoming blurry and my eyelids feel heavy. I didn't even realize how tired I was before, and this bed was so comfortable. I quickly fell asleep.

I open my eyes and looks around, confused. Where am I? I'm not in bed, I'm not in the apartment. I'm not even in town! I'm in.. a field. A wide open field. There's nothing around me, nothing in sight except an endless field.
I began walking, trying to find something, anything. Anything or anyone that might help me out of here, to find my way back. I had to find my way back home, to my brothers and sisters, and away from Earth at once. Away from him and any others of his kind that might be hidden here.

I walked, and walked, and I ran, and ran. My chest hurt and I was out of breath, and still nothing. How can a field be so wide and have nothing nearby? This was horrible design. Maybe back where I came from there was something? But I couldn't even recall what way that was. I hate to use the Lord's name in vain, but God, this was nightmare.

Wait, a nightmare. I'd just gone to sleep and now I'm here? Of course! It had to be some sort of dream. I hit my head, pinched myself, laid down and closed my eyes. I did everything I could to wake myself up, but nothing worked.
In all honesty, this was starting to become extremely frustrating. I decide to wait it out. I had to wake up soon enough, right? I sat up, crossed my legs, and waited. It didn't matter how long I had to wait, I would.

I sat there, watching the grass and the dirt and the rocks, staring up at the sky and the clouds and the Sun. Anything to keep myself entertained. Suddenly, I feel movement all around me, and under me, even. I stand up and find the grass rapidly growing taller and taller. It quickly surpasses my height and goes even higher. Light is blocked away from me and I couldn't see the sky.
I curl up in a ball and closed my eyes, beginning to hyperventilate. My claustrophobia kicks in at full force. I try not to look around, and not to feel the grass around me. What an ironic twist, usually grass calms people down.

I wake up in my bed, my eyes springing open. I'm still here. I feel sweaty in my own body, and so I throw the covers off of me to let my skin breathe. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. This was going to be a rough couple of days, until I got back to Heaven or found a place of my own.

Suddenly, I sit up, and it hits me like a flash. What if it doesn't only take a couple of days? What if it takes weeks? Months? Years?! I can't be stuck here for years! That'd be blasphemous. Although, I'd never seen anyone return to Heaven after being exiled. What if it wasn't possible?

No. No! Even if no one had ever done it before, I'd find a way back. I had to.