Angel // 0 ↠ P.M.

1 // the night everything changed

this is her dress for the story & she's wearing white hightop converse
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I sat outside in the backyard swinging lightly on the super old swing set. I watched my converse clad feet swing back and forth, something that seemed to calm me. This was a regular thing for me, I would swing and contemplate life. I'm sure it seems dumb but it was the only part of my day where time stopped and I could just enjoy myself. Things in my life were pretty crazy and it felt like it was me and my mom against the world.

My mom always tells me to stop telling her what I would do and that I should instead do them, that's how you change the world. One day I hope I can make her proud. I know she loves me but sometimes I worry that I derailed her life when she had me. She was only 18 and my father, whoever he is, left her before she could even tell him.

"Selene Пожалуйста, приезжайте в настоящее время. Пришло время для койко-места." I heard her call from behind me

(Selene please come inside now. It's time for bed.)

"Я буду в в минуту" I tell her over my shoulder

(I'll be in in a minute)

"Поставляются в кратчайшие сроки" That's the last thing I hear from her

(Come in soon)

Seconds later as i'm getting up from the swing set i'm suddenly thrown forward. For a while I can't move but I soon manage to get up. When I turn around everything horrifyingly becomes clear to me... my mother has just been killed by some bomb. Tears start to cascade down my face as I run towards what it left of my home. As I reach it I force myself not to go any farther terrified of what I might find or who. The one thing that I can't miss is what seems to be a scrap of the container that incased the bomb. On it is one word or name, Stark.