Black Angel!

                                                                AUTHORS NOTE

WARNING THIS BOOK MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR CUTTERS, IF YOU CUT I PERSONALY ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ THIS BOOK!

This is my first book like this, if you don't like the devil, evil things, depression and the things involved with depression DO NOT READ! other wise this is  a story from the prespective  of a black angel called Amy.. Amy has black hair and is 16 years old, she looks like the girl on the side :) please comment what you think...

 

 

Hi my name is Amy, I'm known as a black angel or a fallen angel. I'm not sure to be honest.

so it all started last year when i was fifteen. i started to grow my wings, they are black i love them, anyway it was verry painful and i diddn't know what was going on. I started to study 'dark magic' and praise the devil. And no i don't care what you think! what is told to everyone isn't true just a lie, come to think of it life is a lie.  except i have met both life and death, beleve it or not death is very truthful and wise, life not so much! but back to the story... every thing before i turned into myself is a blur, whenever i try to rember what happened before hand i can only rember the yelling and abuse i used to get, sad i know! but shit happens! if you want to know a fallen angel saves the people down on earth who want to die! suicide is a horrible thing, and no one should want to die but sholdn't fear death because it is fate afterall. i bet that you have been told different, that we are evil and want people to die and that we spend eternity in hell? well sure we live in hell but it's a nice place. but we are free to leave, in hell we give people theropy, but not the same type of theropy that is given oon earth, it is different, heaven is where ghosts go after all there pain is gone. hevan and hell have verry strict rulls unless you work, as an angel i have my ways to get fro hevan, hell, earth and the place between death and life, not many people go there though. so  right now i'm attempting to stop a young girl from making her last cut, she has been bullied so much since everyone found out that her farther had abused her in all the ways possible because he is a drugaddict, it's horrible that it happened and it shouldn't of happened, now she is allways being teased and beaten up at home and at school,her room is her prison, her cage! Her name is Lilly, Lilly pulled up her sleve to expose her reminders of the blade delictly peircing her skin, the blood oozing out of the fresh cuts, you see they have beeing getting deeper everytime. The scars are flaming and a bright piink, her damaged skin is never going to recover and Lilly has had enough f being alone, hurt, teased she is sick of all the names... fat.ugly.dickhead.stupid.retarted.useless.lesbian.slut.hore.etc...  'no one cares', 'no one will notice the scares', 'they want me dead' is something that all ways crosses he mind, if only she knew that people do care. her older brother is coming to get her today because her 'dad' is always complaining of her sobbs and tears, or her blood covering everything or her uselessnes even though she does everything for her 'farther'.... back to the point. "stop!" i said sternly Lilly looked confused "I love you Lilly please don't do this to yourself, think of your brother how will he react?" i said in a barly audiable voice, right then Lilly's brothe came into the room and packed all of her things and helped her.. poor Lilly looked so scared and confused her brother helped her into his car i watched out of Lilly's old bedroom window as her brother drove her away from this hell. i slowly walked around the room it had an old dark wood, a blood stained rug that had straw stuffed under it with a scratchy old blanket that was covered in blood was collected in the right corner away from the light of the window, there was a nice light wooded dresser that has shards of broken mirror  all over it, the dresser is placed beside the door wich was falling of it's hinges there is no handle. the poor girl couldn't even get away from her farther. speaking of the devil he shoved the door opean making it fall off it's hinges, "where are you, you little slut! i have some friends over.." i zoned out i have no reason to be scarred i walked over to him and shoved my hand into his chest reaching for his heart,so full of blood but yet so evil... i pulled it out with ease i studied the heart, it was black and still beating, i ripped it in half just to make sure he never survived. i soon killed his friend in the same way. the thing is all the hearts i rip out of these people i still never get over the fact that it is good. obously thety deserve it but still i'm allowed to do it! the fealing of a beating heart and the fealing of someones lif in your hands is... amazing!