I blinked. Then blinked again. I blinked some more but he was still there.
'Yeah, I can see you, should I not be able to see you?' I asked sceptically.
'No, no you should not. God damn it. Why, Why can you see me?' He rambled, screaming at the sky.
I looked up, searching for what he could see. There was nothing but dying light and the last traces of navy blue in a sea of black, dotted with white waves. I looked back down and he was gone.
Maybe I couldn't really see him after all.
I kicked open the gates of hell and stomped dramatically and stubbornly to the back door. I ever so slowly twisted the door handle and opened the door, tip toeing into the kitchen. It was past 10pm and Liam and Jamie would be in bed by now. No doubt that the rest of them were out drinking and snorting coke. Assholes. I checked the boys, (sleeping peacefully if you must know) and trudged upstairs. Mine and Shayas room was the first on the left, further away from the rest, a physical reminder of our detachment from this family. I was well prepared to flop down on my mattress and rest my poor, fucked- up, seeing things, bat-shit crazy head and sleep for around 24 hours when I saw a flicker of movement on Shayas half of the window sill. It was the same boy, all dressed in white, perched gracefully like a bird.
My eyes widened in disbelief.
'HOLY FUCK, STOP BEING ABLE TO SEE ME!' He screamed rather aggressively.
'HOW AM I NOT SUPPPOSED TO SEE YOU WHEN YOU'RE IN MY ROOM,' I screeched back, my voice breaking.
'Because its impossible for mortals to see angels,' the boy whispered, terror shining in his eyes.
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Beautiful Beings
Ficção GeralDaintyville was a place I called home. A small town just off the coast of Juanico. It was anything but 'Dainty.' With crime rates high and kids grades low, I don't know how I even made it in this world of mine. With ugly people made of repulsive t...
