The angel arrived at the park one summers day only to meet a human she once knew. The human was a relative and noticed her instantly. The angel turned around and sent the human a sad smile to apologize for all she had done but the human was having none of it. The way she was swaying gave away she had had something to drink and her slurred speech made it hard to understand a word she was saying.
"You would always get the better things" she would whisper, "mum would love you more than I and would treat you with love and care. Do you know what I got? I got nothing. Not even a birthday treat or little tiara. Not even a little dress." Her face was red with anger, her voice rising a little bit more with every word but the angel just remained calm, her face impassive.
"You must know by now, dear sister that mum loves us both equally and she would die for both of us. She has made so many sacrifices on this life but you would not recognize them. You are too caught in in your own thoughts and the alcahol is fogging up your brain. Come back tomorrow dear sister and I will speak to you then"
Little did they know there was a little girl sitting near by who was eavesdropping and she too had lost her sister to heaven. She didn't appreciate the way the human was disrepescting the angel and sister. The girl thought you should take your sister for granted because one day they could be whisked up and taken away like hers was.
The girl heard the humans voice raise again and listened once more
"You have got to be kidding me!" She shrieked," she always loved you more and sacrificed nothing for me. Everything was always for you. Mum would go and buy you things and come home with nothing for me. You are the only child she will ever see in her eyes. She pushed me aside and that's why I don't feel guilty for what I'm about to do" the human had a manic look in her eyes that made her look crazy and disturbed. The little girl wanted to shoot out, to run over and calm her down but there was no point. No one would listen to her; a five year old passerby with no front teeth and pigtails at either side of her head. The woman produced a knife and stabbed the angel in the stomach and she sank to the ground, her feathers being charred black and slowly decreasing in their numbers and her golde halo splitting in two. The angel then morphed into the mother and tears were spilling down her cheeks, one after the other. "I'm sorry you feel this way my dear, I always tried to get the both of you nice things but you didn't see that. I will always love you and don't forget that. I love you..." Her voice turned into a whisper and the human looked mortified. She had killed her own mother. Her guardian angel. The woman who raised her as a baby and nertured her every needs and she had killed her. "No, no you can't leave me." She wept, " Dont go. I need you. I didn't mean what I said, it was just the demons telling me you didn't care but you do, I know that now. Please mother, I need you. I can't walk alone. Where is my hope? Where is the only woman that will ever feel that I am enough? Please, please dont leave. Please don't leave me."
But it was too late. The deed had been done. Her mother had already started crumbling to golden ash; all the good memories and bad flying away bit by bit in the wind. The human began to cry and the little girl had witnessed it all. She walked home knowing that her sister had killed her mother out of spite and envy. The human r ave confused her. They would argue and then make up and then argue some more. There was bitter love and likeable hatred everywhere you went. No one was kind. No one was themselves. No one was capable of being true and helping themselves. They would give in to emotions because they can. They can sit and cry all day if they wished but somehow, some people would bottle it all up and lash out on the nearest person. It wouldn't be their fault though, it would be the fault of the people who decide to leave little cuts and bruises on your heart but that would be out of control. You don't control what people say and you don't control what your heart feels. You don't control what damages your heart and what state its in. You can't go looking for a glass wall to surround your heart in because even that would break eventually. We all snap at some point and the angel just got in the way. The little girl took one last glance at the grieving woman and felt a tear make it's way down her cheek. Even she couldn't control her emotions and she wasn't even alive. She was a ghost. Not an angel and not a demon. Not alive and not dead. She was just there. A passerby who watched more and more people loose control of themselves and damage the people they love and their hearts; their non replaceable hearts made of the finest glass that would break after a simple touch. You see, we all have our ghosts and she just happens to be one of them. The ghost of no control. The ghost who would watch and do nothing but silently cry and watch as the world tore people apart until it was fire and ash. Try and keep as much control for as long as you can because it won't last. Nothing ever does really.
