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My little angel

I bolt upright, gasping for air. I was subconsciously clutching my heart. It was pounding as fast as ever, I felt my neck, definitely not broken. I look over to the door, to see a weeping angel. I stared in shock, should I blink? I was just imagining it, right? I shock my head violently and I checked again. Gone. It was not there anymore, I checked all around the room. Nothing. I slumped back down onto the sofa with relief. For a second there I thought I was being followed by the weeping angels. The TV was still on, Doctor Who had finished around 20 minutes ago. Now the TV showed a documentary on models and there lives.  

'So, Stacey. You look gorgeous! I mean, picture perfect, wow. Truly wow. How do you maintain your figure?' the cheesy, blonde American presenter asked a truly amazing, perfect, woman who could be made into a doll. Literally my mouth gaped open in shock of her beauty. Her long, glossy, brown hair hung loosely on her shoulders, she kept on twirling a lose curl with her finger. 'Well Lucinda every day I exercise for around 2 hours, I have a low carb and fat diet. I do not eat anything that has saturated fat in it and I never eat any junk food. Veg and fruit only!' she grinned as she showed off her amazing figure. See, she was on a diet and it worked! 'So Stacey, I hope you don't mind me asking, but what size are you? Lucinda smiled 'Well, let's see, umm......size 5-8 I think...' the model looked deep in thought. It wasn't a hard question, but wow! I stared at my reflection in the TV. I look hideous and fat. Stupid me! I can't bare to watch that programme any longer. I switched the TV off and I walked into my bedroom.

Too short. Too fat. Too weird. Too brown. Too green. Too ugly......I thought in disgust as I looked at myself in the mirror. 'STUPID MIRROR!' I yelled in frustration as I hurtled my teddy bear called Steve at my mirror. Of course it didn't break. But I immediately ran to Steve's aid. 'Sorry Steve!' I smiled as I cuddled with my favourite stuffed bear. I didn't care whether it was "un-cool" or "stupid" to have a toy, I think secretly everyone has a secret teddy bear. I carried Steve back onto my bed, and I sat down deep in thought. Dad got me Steve when we went on holiday. I remember it like it was yesterday. I begged him to buy me a toy, in the end he gave in. I was so happy. I let a tear trail down my cheek as I remember. 'I'm sorry dad if I let you down....' I whisper as I cuddle Steve fondly in my arms. 'I'm so sorry...' I squeal as I try to fight the tears back. It was no good. Then I remember the song dad wrote for me when he was dying, another surge of tears spill out of my eyes. 'Dad..' I murmur as I prepare to sing our song.

'Hold my hand, my little angel,

I fear the end is nigh,

Hold my hand, my little angel,

I fear that I will die.

Be happy and live your life,

Find a husband, or even a wife.

Please don't be sad,

just think of the life I've had.

Hold me close, my little angel,

I fear the end is nigh,

hold me close, my little angel,

I fear that I will die.

Remember me how I used to be,

bright happy and full of glee.

Remember the days we shared?

They were the best, beyond compare.

Hold my hand, my little angel,

I fear the end is nigh,

hold my hand, my little angel,

I fear that I will die.

Death is never a friend my dear,

but is shall face him without a fear.

Be brave, be strong live long,

when you think of me sing my song.

Hold me close, my little angel,

I fear the end is nigh,

hold me close, my little angel,

I fear that I will die

Hold my hand, my little angel,

I fear the end is nigh,

hold my hand, my little angel,

I fear that I will die

I hate saying my goodbyes,

but this will come as no surprise.

I have always loved you,

and I will forever more.....

Hold me close, my little angel,

I fear the end is nigh,

hold me close, my little angel,

I fear that I will die

Hold my hand, my little angel,

I fear the end is nigh,

hold my hand, my little angel,

I fear that I will die

Hold my hand, my little angel,

I'm afraid it's goodbye,

hold my hand, my little angel,

You have the most beautiful eyes.....

Goodbye.....'

I sung slowly as I felt my body sway side to side in time to the rhythm. I clung tightly onto Steve, and slowly the tears stopped. Dad had written me that song when he was lying in a hospital bed, the doctor said that he wouldn't make it. I was lying in a coma at the time, so I had no idea. I woke up to see mum sobbing by my bed, then she told me.  I thought I must still be in a coma, or a dream. But I suppose that's what everyone tries to believe when they lose someone close to them. He was too young to die, he had a life, a home. And a family. A proper family, that loved and cared for him. And still do.

I sink back into my bed, and I pull the duvet around me tight. I felt like a little caterpillar. I didn't bother to get up, even though I desperately needed a drink and I needed to brush my teeth. I was comfortable. I had my warm bed and Steve by my side. It was so peaceful. I felt my head get heaver....

'Rosa!' I hear mum call, even though I can't see her, I know it's her. 'ROSA!' she calls even louder this time, I try to get up, but I can't move anything. I can hear, but I can't see or move. That mean's I must be in a coma again. Great. 'Rosa, baby speak to me love....' mum whispers as I presume she strokes my hair. She always used to stroke my hair when I was stressed or annoyed. But I couldn't feel anything. 'I'm afraid Mr and Mrs Matthews, Rosa has sadly left us...' an un-known male sighs sadly, left? What on earth does he mean by left? I'm in a coma, but still, hello, I'm here! I desperately wanted to get up and hug my mum. 'WHHHYYYY!' she screamed, then I heard a loud thumping sound, did she just fall? Was someone hurt? 'My little angel.....' dad whispered, sadness clear in his voice. Dad! Dad was alive, yay! We could finally be together again, one big happy family! 'I'm so sorry, we did all we could do. I'm afraid Rosa is dead.' a young woman comforted my parents. DEAD. I WAS DEAD? I COULDN'T BE DEAD. I WAS IN A COMA! How could I be dead? I could still hear everyone.....Then suddenly I saw a light appear. Finally, my eyes are opening, at last. I was going to see dad's face again. But all I saw was a golden gate and angels......and.....and.........Then everything went black. All systems were shut down. I felt, saw, or even heard nothing, now even my thoughts are shutting down.........Goodbye.