Wings

Awakened

~"Make friends with the angels, who though invisible are always with you. Often invoke them, constantly praise them, and make good use of their help and assistance in all your temporal and spiritual affairs." ~Saint Francis de Sales~~

My eyes slowly fluttered open to see dim lighting. I was laying down on something soft, a bed that did not feel like my own.

Confused, I slowly sat upright and watched as the black sheets of the bed ruffled along with my movement. My head turned to my right to examine that side of the room and I noticed a small window on the wall. Outside it was dark with no traces of light.

"How do you feel?" The voice was deep and rich and it was right next to my bed.

My head shot to my left and I gasped as I saw a boy standing next to the bed I was in. He was tall and his neck was lowered to look at me.

His face was the most beautiful face I had ever seen in my life. His skin was pale white, his hair was brown, and I could get lost in his dark brown eyes. His skin was flawless and it seemed to come alive, almost glowing with light. He literally looked like an angel.

I was so shocked by his appearance that I couldn't even think. What had he asked?

And suddenly memories of me standing on the river and the ice cracking under me suddenly crashed over me. Had I died? Was this beautiful man an angel?

As I looked him over I noticed he was wearing dark jeans. It hit me like a semi truck: this was the shadow boy who had saved me from the car, the thug, and now my own stupidity. The only difference was that he was no longer wearing the hooded sweatshirt. Instead he wore a tight, black t-shirt and jeans. He was the one who had been literally driving me crazy. It felt amazing to know that he was really real.

My beautiful savior looked at me with a worried crease on his forehead. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Do you feel alright?"

I took in shaky breath and tried hard to focus on his questions instead of his gorgeous face. I struggled to find my voice. "I'm fine," I said, my voice croaking as I did so.

I cleared my throat discreetly and tried to calm down. But how was I supposed to calm down when I had almost drowned under the ice of the river, only to be saved by someone who disappeared and wasn't really there.

After I assured him I was fine, his face grew hard and suddenly he was yelling at me. "Are you completely idiotic?"

My eyes widened with shock as he went from being concerned to viciously angry.

"You could have died, you would have died!" His words were as cold as the ice that had almost killed me.

I tried to reply and say something but I could not get a word out. My throat was completely raw and sore from choking on the river water hours before.

"Now what's wrong?" he asked, his voice was still loud but he truly seemed concerned.

I pointed to my throat with a pained expression on my face.

He frowned and then reached out his hand towards my face. I flinched away from his touch and looked at his face. Who was he?

"Just trust me," he said softly.

I nodded slowly and watched as his hand moved and gently touched the skin on my throat. Despite my attempts to stay cool, his touch made me jump.

His hands were soothingly warm and he held them on the soft skin of my neck for a few seconds. After a moment a tingling feeling surged from his touch and sent a wave of warmth throughout my body.