Broken World

Chapter Eleven

Angel

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After the startling revelation of Blues story, I decided to go for a walk and clear my head.

I head down to the river where William found me and head up the way I assumed I came from, hoping to find anything that I may have lost on my way down.

The word Aurora Ahleethia Farrow keeps repeating in my head. How did William now my real name, or was it all a coincidence?

Was I meant to come here and find these two? Was I meant to die so I could come into my 'abilities'? But why loose my memories?

I know nothing of this world or what has happened to it. I'm going into it blind, with only a old grumpy man named William and a crazy ghost lady called Blue, well Debora, to help guide me through it.

I also wonder why I never looked like my family. Am I destined to always be alone in this world, never to see happiness?

With that thought I pull up short. How do I know that? But I know it down to my little pinkie toe. I have always been alone, never loved. No, that's not right. It is there, someone did love me, but I had lost them. Them?

I shake my head and continue walking. This is all too much, and even though I want answers, I don't know if they are the answers I'm hoping to get or want.

But the thought that maybe, just maybe someone out there may love me, that I may have a family still; even if not biological, brings a smile to my face.

"What are you smiling about?" I look up and come face to face with a kid, who appeared to be around thirteen or older, with inky black hair cropped short over his ears, and rich brown eyes. He has a baby face, with a beautiful smile and wore jeans and a dirty t-shirt, with a bandana around his head. He looked like a little gang-banger, and if the hole in his chest was any indication, he was likely killed by a bullet to the chest.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Angel."

I tilt my head to the side and give him another appraisal. "You don't look like a angel."

He laughs, and I can't help but smile. "That's because I'm not un solo perdida de Charley. My name is Angel."

"Charley's Lost one?" I think for a second as to why that named sounded familiar. "Wait, wasn't that the name of my mother?"

He brightens and smiles. "Si. But I have to say; you look nothing like mi Charlie. Though you are just as bonito, if not more so. You actually look like an Angel."

"You knew my mother? You knew Charlie?"

"Yes, since she was a teenager, and I knew your padre, Reyes, the son of Satan, and your sister Elwyn. You have been missing a long time chica. Where have you been?"

I look around hoping for an answer to appear. "I don't know. I hit my head and may have even died a little, and now I'm here."

"Seems you are your mothers daughter after all." Angel says with a laugh.

I look over in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Well, she too lost her memory for a while. It was after you sister Elwyn was born. She kind of lost it when she had to give it up and disappeared on us, and lost her memory in the mean time. The chica was always causing us trouble." Angel says laughing.

I smile at the thought; maybe I do have something in common with her.

"Can you tell me about her, them? My parents and my sister. What where they like?"