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Chapter 1 How it All Went Down

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So I'm gonna get straight to the point. My name is Cynthia and I'm an fallen angel. I woke up in heaven when I was twelve. I had no memory of my past life. I had no idea how I died, who I'm even related to, or what I did to become an angel. All I knew was my first name and my age and no one would tell me anything.

When I turned fourteen I got to take my first look at earth. I was going to peek over the edge of heaven and look down at earth. I was going to see streets filled with the innocent, streets filled with men, women, and children who have never sinned. They were all gonna be smiling, hugging, talking, laughing, and getting along. The sky would be clear, the sun would be shining, and animals would have lovely homes and lovely familys. Everyone would be perfect and healthy. Or at least that's what they told me. What a load of bullish*t that was.

I looked down at the mortal relm and was shocked. The streets were full of sin. The air was pouluted. The people were everything but happy and cheerful. The homeless begged for change but the upper class ignored them and treated them like gum on the bottom of they're shoe. Strays crawled through the alleyways sick and starving. My excited and cheerful smile fell from my face. My lips formed a tight line. At the sight of this scene, I felt almost as if all my emotion was drained from me. Instead of feeling sad or sorry. I felt bored. Uninterested.

"This is New York Cynthia! Isn't it lovely?!" Carly squealed. She was my chosen roll model. I didn't choose her. I had a roll model just like all the other young angels. She always smiled brightly and stayed optimistic. At that moment though her smile was sickening. Her pearly white wings flapped as she jumped up and down, to prove her point on how much she loved earth. I kept my white angel wings tucked tightly to my back.

That night I sat in my room and stared at my wall. What happened to humanity? Why would they do this to themselves? The more questions that built up in my head, the more itchy my wings got. After the itch became unbearable I spread my wings and looked back at them. They were beautiful for sure. My wings were so itchy it hurt, but I knew we weren't allowed to touch our wings. It was considered a sin and unfaithful. I don't know why. I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed a pearly white dove feather and plucked the single feather. Once the shiny white feather was detached. I felt as if a tiny bit of weight had been lifted from my shoulders. It was the best feeling I've ever felt.

I ripped and clawed at my wings. The feeling of relief was almost addictive.

"Cynthia! Its Carly! Let me in!" Carly called from the other side of my door. Uh-oh. I looked back at my wings and was surprised to see every white dove feather that I had ripped out was replaced with a pitch black raven feather. My what used to be all white dove wings was now sprinkled with black raven feathers. Black was considered unfaithful to our master. Who I've never met. They say black is the color of the devil. My wings werent sprinkled with a lot of black, just enough so it was noticeable.

"Cynthia! I know your in there! Now will you will be so kind as to to let me in please!" Carly called again knocking on the door.

"What do you want?!" I spat. I immediately slapped a hand over my mouth. I heard a gasp outside the door.

"Gaurds! Cynthia has gone rogue!" Carly shrieked at the guards out side my door. Oh God what do I do?! Um? Run! I ran to the door and whipped it open. I made a mad dash twords the edge, not daring to look back. I reached the edge than jumped. I heard people yelling and shouting from behind me, but I didn't care. I soar through the sky feeling free. I spread my wings and soared twords earth. I landed in a far corner of Central Park. Far away from humans and close to nature. I feel so happy down here. So...free.

That was three years ago. Now I live in the farthest corner of Central Park close to where I landed. I'm a fallen angel which means I'm not all like killing people for the fun of it but I'm not all rainbows and sunshine like an angel either. No one is in charge of me, just me reporting to me. I always wear lots of black, when I go out in public my wings turn into a tattoo of my wings on my back. When I accepted being a fallen angel my wings turned from white gray, but the black feathers stayed. For some reason unknown. Im not ashamed of my black feathers, they are more like my battle scars.

Everything is so much better now. I work as a bartender for an Irish pub down the street to make ends meat. I go to highschool that is only a twenty minute walk from here. All angels were trained martial arts to defend themselves, I'm a black belt and its pretty awesome. I'm not a very good roll model for young children. I have piercings, im always getting into trouble, the list goes on and on. I have no friends. I'm a hardcore loner and I have trust issues.

There's lots of rumours and gossip about me at school. Most of them say I'm 'easy', I have no idea how that started. Considering I go the extra mile to avoid human contact, no one likes me, and whenever someone makes eye contact with me I do my famous scowl at them which makes them almost wet they're pants.

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