Don't push me off the edge.

Chapter six

**** Emma's P.O.V****

Shit, probably shouldn't have said that. I felt more non human then I already was. When it rained, I loved it, it was when I could cry even though I only did when I was little. When ever it was rainy outside I got my face wet with rain water and cried, I was good at silent cry's. So you couldn't hear me whimper. I never let my mother see me cry, even if my Sperm donors abuse hurt.

I remember when my powers went out of control when I was really pissed at him. Things started flying everywhere and I had to calm down for it to stop. But hey, at least it knocked my dad out. It was the day my mother died as well.

I was weird, if anything strange happens no matter how powerful and strong and accurate the machines said, there was nothing wrong with me. I wasn't sick, I was a little sick when I was born but it was small, I haven't had a cold in years, that was either luck or something else.

I was actually a Demon, Satan's slave. But he knew about me being a witch and didn't care for him that was better because it made him more powerful. Satan isn't quite what he looks like in pictures, he has short horns, red skin, no beard. And he even had a daughter.

Me and his daughter were best friends, she used to be able to contact people from the human world, earth. Not much and the connection wasn't strong I could only hear her voice inside my head. I never said anything about it to my father. But I knew my mother was something, a demon or angel and I could never figure out which.

One day we made a agreement, I was around fourteen I believe when we did. I knew I was a witch, i knew some what how to control my powers. So I wanted to meet her, she seemed like a normal human girl but in a different world, happy. 

I told my mother about my " Friend" And she didn't think it was a oh she'll grow out of it. It was real. I was talking to Satan's kid and he didn't mind. When he met me I could cross over form the Real world to hell in a few seconds. After a couple months me, Satan, and his daughter became friends. I earned enough trust to be by his side. And constantly hang out with my best friend.

I was just her guard, constantly by her side protecting her. But everyone else was mostly just a " Make sure they don't go in this door" But I was a " I have to make sure she goes through that door and lives." And I did a good job at it. I was forced out of hell which wasn't so bad. It totally depended on what you did in the real world if you were going to heaven or hell. You murdered, you went to hell. You raped, you went to hell. 

Everyone believed that Satan was fighting god to take over the world, Satan believed everyone who has done something horrible should go to hell, God or Jesus believed everyone should go to heaven no matter what. But it worked out, no violence.

I agreed ed with Satan, everyone who has done something very bad should suffer, and he made them suffer by the way you died, so if you knew you were going to hell, try not to die a painful way. Cause it lasts forever or if Satan has forgiven you he sends you to Heaven. He was some what nice but no one could prove that

When someone asked me about religion I said I didn't believe in either. And when they called me crazy I told them I at least don't think there at war. People always gave me that death glare.

Being a protector came with many things, Black wings that flew faster then angels wings, Healing, that wasn't as fast as angels but it was still good. Our attacks were more powerful with anything that didn't involve archery. We were more swords and Jesus was more far ranged. And we lived longer lives then angels. But it was fine.

And I still had those. I got kicked out of hell I got to keep those things because my friend used all her energy to let me keep some memories from it I didn't use them to often, I think the black angel wings were my favorite though, I loved them but I felt like it would be really big and people thought it was a new bird in the air.

I Was considering telling Derek, I wanted too. But was he trust worthy? I knew him for a day but I felt like we really hit it off. I wanted to spend more time with him but I was shy, if you knew me well maybe I would talk all the time. But I normally was really quiet, around people. 

There was a large storm of " Seekers" That night, they were like demons but couldn't be seem with the human eye. Any witch, demon, angel, anything like that could see them. Witches had the ability to create things for humans to be able too see seekers. Such as a stone they must look through or something they must eat or drink. They were like black sand that would slowly float in the sky. And when it chooses to it can go to it's full form that's normally just a over powered creature. Like a frog, wolf, dog, tiger, deer. They were endless types. And if they were strong enough they could actually make them self's bigger and a little more difficult. 

As a child, most children can see these things just as witches even if they were pure human. But around one years old that fades, but unfortunately I had that my whole life. Most people don't remember seeing different kinds of creatures that walk the streets. It's hard remembering things from when you couldn't walk.

It said the creatures are what give everyone there imagination. Sure, it was only a myth but it could be true. Everyone had imagination, but maybe it was better when you saw them. It was never proven. 

I was thinking about going back to apologize but I didn't. I knew he would want to know what I meant by Human. I never considered myself one. I was a supernatural or something that wasn't normal. A witch and a demon in one person. I giggled at the thought, not human.

I reached the cliff, it was getting late and it was still rainy. A couple minutes later I saw my wolf friends, I didn't understand why they wanted me to go in the town. But it didn't hurt to much going in there.

After a little bit they left to go hunt for food as usual, I didn't join. I fell asleep on the ground, I only ever needed a couple hours of sleep. That would last me through the day but most people need about eight hours. 

I wake up when the sun starts to rise, just in time. It always looked amazing when it rose up. In between two big trees that there leaves would hang down to the ground. I stood up to get a better view, I was a little closer to the edge this time, but I noticed the rocks that made there way up to the top of the mountain and it made it look amazing, and then I heard someone scream at me.