Fallen Angel

Chapter 5

I storm through the corridors, fuming, feeling as if I'm full of hot lava and about to explode. Correction, before I've exploded, I'm full of magma. That's right, I just had to correct myself. And that there is the great thing about having a father who decided to experiment on you by putting a chemical in your brain that will kill you when you turn 16. You get to know anything about everything, but the second you turn 16 you're wiped off the earth, dead, gone, as if you had never been there in the first place. I am so mad at everyone I think I might punch something again. I look down at my hands, covered in blood and looking slightly broken. But I can't feel it. Too mad to register pain. God that was the most embarrassing yet most therapeutic moment of my life. After I asked that stupid question about why I couldn't see Hunter, Adele decided it would be nice to explain it to me, in an extremely calm, concerned and procrastinating manner,

"Look, I don't want you to panic," she'd said, "I mean, I know you think this guy is really nice and stuff,"

"Yes," I said impatiently,

"And I don't want you to get upset, because you're really freaking me out here about how you're not going crazy over what I've just told you,"

"Just get on with it," I'd said pacing back and forth cracking my knuckles,

"And please don't hurt me if you do get upset,"

"Adele!"

"OK I'm sorry! Basically, Hunter was hired by the scientists to watch you, track your every move. He's your monitor, he's hired to get to know you and report back to the scientists,"

"What."

"I'm sorry, Angel, I'm so sorry,"

And then I kicked her. I know it was a mistake, but it felt so good! I don't know why I kicked her, she hadn't done anything wrong, but in that moment all I could see was fire, and it took over and began controlling me. So she slapped my neck, hitting my carotid artery and knocking me to the ground for a few seconds, giving her time to back away and watch me from a distance. She was too far away to chase after, so then I focussed my anger on a nearby tree, screaming and kicking and punching and cursing the world in a mix of French and English. At that point the fire inside me was so hot I couldn't actually tell the difference between languages, I couldn't even sense what was going on anywhere. All I could see were faces swimming in my mind. My father's face. He let me down when I was a tiny baby, the most vulnerable I've ever been, all because of an experiment. And when he realised what he'd done, he couldn't even face the consequences, didn't even care about me enough to try and find a cure. Just killed himself to get rid of the guilt. I had to see him die so that he never had to see me die. Hunter's face. I thought I could trust him. He was the first guy I thought actually cared about me, and I thought we might have something special. But no, even he was hired by the people who did this to me. He's just as bad as one of them. My mother's face. What if she's in on it? What if she's another monitor? Maybe that's the reason she's been so cold to me these past few years. Maybe that's the reason she doesn't treat me the same way she used to. Because she knows what I am, she knows what's inside me, and she knows there's no way it can be fixed. And my face. A face that will soon be gone. Soon I will disappear, and it will all be because I was let down by my parents. The people who were meant to raise me, look after me while I was young, teach me how to live life. They're the people who sent me to my grave. And that hurts far more than any broken bleeding hands possibly can.

I look into each classroom as I pass them, eventually finding the one Hunter is in, sitting in his small sixth form class, pretending to be so innocent. The amount of hate I have in me for him right now is unmeasurable. I put on a happy innocent face and knock on the door. "Excuse me," I say, trying my best to sound like a nervous younger student, "Miss Jeffrey asked me to come and get Hunter Andrews from this classroom? I am in the right place, aren't I?"

The teacher nods, and gestures for Hunter to follow me, then immediately continues with her lesson. Hunter, looking extremely confused, follows me out, "Hey Angel..." He says awkwardly. I ignore him, and walk down the corridor as if he wasn't there. "Ok..." He chases after me, "Where are you going?" He waves his hand in front of my face, "Hello? Angel? Are you there?"

I turn around and slap him hard across the face. He flinches, and moves a hand up to his bright red cheek. He looks... He looks hurt. But I can't stop to think about his feelings right now, he's too evil and I'm too mad. "Who are you," I whisper through gritted teeth. He stares down at me, tears filling his eyes, "Who are you," I repeat, more strongly this time. He carries on just looking at me,

"Angel, I'm sorry," he whispers,

"Who are you!" I yell,

"You already know," he says. I slap him again, weaker this time, as I can feel myself beginning to fall onto him. God no, please don't let me faint on the person I hate more than anyone in the world right now. But it looks like God isn't on my side today, as next thing  know is I am lying on the floor, and Hunter is above me holding my hand with tears in his eyes. Fuck. My. Life. 

A/N hi guys! Sorry this story is published so late, and apologies for the short chapter. I've just started school again and haven't had much time to write. But thank you for the lovely comments people have been leaving! I love you all :* Also, if anyone has time go check out grunge_girl15 's story Lola, it's really amazing. Thanks so much :)