The Diary of an Angel: My Story

Part 8

November 7, Saturday Morning

Sorry, Harry walked into my room to talk to me and I shoved this journal under my pillow. By the time he was done, I had nearly fallen asleep, and I didn't feel like writing much so I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep.

To continue the story, I backed away from Dylan quite scared. He grabbed my hand and gave me a questioning look. Clara glared at me, quite evilly. "I-I should get going." I stuttered. "What? Why?" He asked. I looked into his blue eyes, and opened my mouth to speak, but words failed me. Without thinking, I let go of his hand and ran down the driveway. Dylan screamed my name, but I ignored him. I kicked my shoes off, they were wet and it was making it hard to run. I burst through the gate and took off down the street.

The only sound I heard was the soft pitter patter of my feet on the cement and dogs barking. I took a couple of turns, than slowed to stop near a street sign to catch my breath. In the distant an owl screeched. That's when it hit me. The pitter patter hadn't stopped. That only meant one thing....

I was being followed.

I quickly scurried into some trees that lined the road. I hid behind a particularly large Oak, hoping to go unnoticed by my pursuer. As the human came into view, I shrank further into the underbrush surrounding the trees. 

Clara.

I groaned and started to tiptoe away. Bad idea. It was pitch black and of course I didn't see the ditch.

I shouted as I fell into the hole. "DANGIT!" I cursed. Clara thundered towards me, anger written all over her face. I realized I had two escape routes. The dark, dreary forest, or the road.

I chose the street. "GET BACK HERE!" She screeched. My feet thudded on the cold cement as I tried to ignore the random sharp rocks scattered about the road which were piercing my feet. I prayed to God that I would get away. He answered that one "No."

There was a stupid pothole. A stupid pothole in the middle of the road. And I, being my stupid self, didn't notice it. Until I had tripped and fallen. I banged my head on the concrete, and moaned in pain. Clara sprinted towards me bellowing like a bull. I felt like time had slowed down and everything was in slow motion.

She jumped towards me, and I saw her clench her fists and yell out "AAAAAAAHHH". All 200 pounds of her landed on top of me with an "OOF!" 

I thought my life was going to end as she used me as her punching bag. I cried out in distress, and closed my eyes, praying to God to take me out of this world as quickly as possible. Then suddenly, I no longer felt her weight on me. I thanked God that maybe He had granted my prayer, but once again His answer was "NO". I opened my eyes and gasped at the sight I saw. Dylan had grabbed Clara and pulled her off of me. Clara tried to claw out of his grip, but he held on tight. He turned to me, and yelled out pleading "RUN!" 

He didn't have to tell me twice. I ran. I ran down the street without realizing I had no idea where the heck I was. I thought I was going to be lost forever, but God saved me. How? You ask. Akila was driving home from the grocery store and nearly ran me over. "AKILA!" I screamed out. She put her foot on the brakes, took one look at me, and burst into tears. 

I've never loved her more then I did that moment. She came running out and threw her arms around me, sobbing. I broke. 

I told her everything. From Pierce bullying me to where Dylan had pulled Clara off of me. I even told her about him kissing me. I looked at my Aunt, and she whispered through the tears, "I love you." 

 I couldn't help it. As I was tearing up I replied, "I love you too."