Angels VS The Fallen

Story Of My Life Part 2

$Chapter One$

•Age Three•

It was the night of my third birthday. Mommy had just gotten done telling me a bed time story. It was the story of how Peter Pan met Wendy Darling. She got up from my bed and walked torwards my room door. Before she closed it I could see that she was making a right turn. Meaning she was going back downstairs. Not even ten minutes later I heard loud banging noises. Sounds like fireworks went off followed by an ear piercing scream.

I jumped up from out of my bed and ran downstairs at the speed of light. I made my way into the living room just in time to see a group of men making their way out the back door. They were all wearing black masks over their faces. One of the men looked back and saw me. Even though he, like the others, had on a mask I could still see his piercing blue eyes. They looked at me almost apologetic. "I'm so sorry." He mouthed towards me before continuing to follow his friends out side.

Looking around confused I noticed that there was a trail of blood on the floor. I followed it to the kitchen. I saw the most horrifying sight ever. Something that no three year old should ever witness. Houston we have a problem. Because laying down on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood was my mother. She lie there lifeless.

I screamed so loud that I'm pretty China or Japan could hear me. But I didn't care. Running over to my mother's lifeless body I began to cry. I then remembered that my dad had left a phone here just in case of an emergency. And I'm pretty sure that this is an emergency. Going through the phone I find his work number.

"Hello?" I heard his voice on the other end of the line.

"Daddy?"

"Baby what's the matter? Are you okay? Where is mother?"

"She's gone daddy."

"What do you mean she's gone? Where did she go?"

"The bad men took hew." I start sniffling. "They are letting hew visit gwandma and gwandpa."

Immediately he knows what I'm talking about. I could hear him starting to cry too. "Just hold on baby." He says. "Daddy will be home soon."

"Okay daddy." He hung up before I could tell him that I loved him.

Looking down at the phone once more, I remember the other number that daddy had taught me. Dialing it, it started to ring, "911 what's your emergency?" Asked a women.

"My mommy is gone."

"I'm pretty sure she is going to come back."

"No she's not. The bad men took hew. Now she is visiting my gwandpawents in the sky."

"How old are you sweetheart?"

"Twee."

"Okay. We'll be at your house soon honey."

"Okay."

Sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by a puddle is not fun. Especially if you're waiting for your dad and the police to show up. Fifteen minutes later the front door was slammed open. I could hear my dad calling my name.

"Daddy!" I yell so he'd know where I was.