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Listening to America- By Motionless in White :)
A dream. That's all I remember. Something. On the verge of cliffs of my subconscious, well fallen over. But I can't reach it. But I remember a spark. One word. Evaline and the sound of thundering wings in the light of a full moon. A dream, a vibrant one, but one I felt a strange connection too. I can't describe it though, let alone remember. I just recall fear and a strong bond to the sound of wings beating.
I slowly opened my eyes and moaned. I stared up at a white ceiling, I looked to my side seeing an IV feed plunged in my hand and my body wrapped in a tight, white, dry bedsheet. I was sore, stiff, and barely could move. My adopted mother, Samantha Fontaine was asleep in a chair. What's going on? I thought.
I groaned loudly, jolting her awake.
"Oh, Juliet! Thank heavens! Bless the Lord your awake!" She cried happily, gently throwing her arms around me. One thing you should know about my mother, and my father. They're what some people can refer to as "religious fanatics". But I never was like them, and I can say I'm particularly glad. I only was adopted by the Fontaines when I was eight. I lived in an adoption agency before that.
"Mom? What do you mean, thank heavens I'm awake?" I asked. I mean, I knew Isaac had left me broken and battered at the park, but honestly, it wasn't that hard of a beating to put me in a hospital.
"Dearest, I...I thought you'd remember, I guess you took a harder beating than I'd thought. Well...Isaac Damien, that boy who picked on you often, he was found running from the park where you'd been seen. When you never came home...your father and I got worried and sent the police looking for you. When they found you, you were in a field, barely breathing and you'd had wounds so bad they'd nearly killed you on your back and face. Authorities found out about Isaac and he's been under arrest for assault. You really have no memory of this?"
I shook my head. Something more though had happened last night than a visit from Isaac. I had this feeling. My mother smiled sadly, brushing stray black hairs from my face.
"Get some rest, you'll be in here for a few more days, we'll talk more later."
I nodded, and she left waving good-bye for now. After I found myself drifting on the verge of sleep, and just before I'd drifted off completely I heard a voice, tiny, shrill and feminine whispering to me as a fell asleep.
You will not be forgotten...Evaline, the Angel of the Moon.
DUH DUH DUH! What's too happen now?? Who's the voice that has spoken to Juliet?? :) Sorry it's shorter than usual but it got late and I have things to do. I'll update as soon as I can!! :)
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Moonrisen Angel
Teen FictionMy wings are my curse. But also a gift. I am enslaved. By others like me. And when my masters are too weak to take control. They asked me to help them. Naturally I did. But what I found out was... Soon a war would rise. And I remember the cries.
