Colors of Angels

4. Wings

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Arabella's Point of View

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I make my way down the hall to the furthest room and slip inside shutting the door behind me. I walk over to the window and sure enough, it leads out onto the back roof. I slide it open and climb through as ladylike as possible in this dress. I can't get Drew out of my head seeing as he showed up here, the last place I expected him to be. Well, actually the place I was counting on him not being. I sit on the roof with my back to the window and watch the drunken people in the backyard.

"Hey," I hear the oh so familiar voice from behind me. I stand up and turn to look at this boy.

"What the hell? Why are you even here, and why did you follow me?" I ask. I try to walk past him to the window but he steps in front of me. "Let me by Drew, I don't want to talk to you"

"But you need to. Listen to what I have to tell you, you won't believe it, it sounds crazy, but I can prove it." He says.

"What are you talking about? Are you drunk?" I ask him. Then again I wouldn't have any reason to believe anything he said even if he wasn't.

"No, I'm not drunk, Arabella." I barely hear him as he says this. A sharp pain explodes through my upper back and I fall onto my knees. I can barely breathe and I wonder if someone stabbed me. I hear Drew trying to say something but I can't understand what. Another wave of pain spreads through my back and I hear someone cry out. My vision is blurry and I can't remember where I'm at. I feel the ground lift from below me and realize someone is carrying me. The pain subsides a little and I can tell Drew is telling someone to get out of a room. I feel myself being laid on a bed, and another wave of pain flies through my back. I roll off of my back and feel myself fall. Pain envelops my knees and hands and I realize I must have rolled off the bed. The pain in my back slowly fades and I notice Drew next to me.

He helps me stand up and I look up at him. "What the hell is happening?" I ask him. He gently directs me back until I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. He takes a couple steps back and pulls his sweater off over his head. I can't comprehend what I'm seeing. Bright blue wings spread out behind him. The color of the feathers matches the blue of his eyes, a color I've been so in love with. The wings shimmer almost as if they are made of water.

I see him reach out his hand to me and I take it, he pulls me to my feet and turns me around, walking us to the door of the room. I look in front of me and see a mirror my gaze is still locked on him but then I shift my gaze to myself. "What the hell?" I try to say, but I can barely form the words. I have wings. I have freaking wings. Like a freaking angel or something. But mine is different. His are blue, but mine are gold. But not just gold, they shimmer and dance as colors seem to race through them, I try to catch the colors in my sight but they dance out of my vision, always on the outskirts.

  "We are what is called a Guardian. There is 7 well now 8 of us that live here, I can take you to our safe house and we can explain exactly what is happening." I hear him say. I don't register what he says at first.  But then I turn to look at him. "There are more of you?" I ask. I wonder if they all have different color wings. And I wonder exactly what was supposed to be guarding.

"More of US yes," he says. I turn back to the mirror. I reach behind me and feel the feathers that are now my wings. They are the softest thing I have ever felt in my life. I notice mine are only about half as big as Drew's just as he says "It won't hurt as much now it's passed the halfway point. Will you come with me to meet the others?" So mine will get as big as his. Awesome. Wait  what?

"But Ariel. I can't just leave" I say. 

"Text her, tell her you got a ride home." He replies without hesitation. 

"Okay," I say and pull out my phone. I open my messages and click on her quickly typing out my note.

-I started to get a bit sick feeling, Got a ride home from a friend. See you in the morning
                      -Arabella

I hit send and slip the phone back into my pocket. "Okay," I say and turn to the door.

"Not that way" I hear him say. I turn puzzled, wondering how the hell else was supposed to leave. I see a smile creep across his face and he turns to the window. He folds his wings in and climbs through the window. I walk over to the window and realize I need to figure out how to get through it with my new attachment. look over my shoulder and try to fold them like I saw Drew do. It doesn't work. I close my eyes and try to focus on the wings behind me. Their weightless and I can barely feel them. I feel that slight difference and focus, feeling the connection to my body.

I take a deep breath and the first stretch these newfound muscles, I feel the wings slide out past my shoulders all the way. I then pull them in and feel the feathers slide perfectly into place behind my back.

I open my eyes and see Drew watching me from outside on the roof, he turns quickly as he sees I opened my eyes. I take a step forward and slip out onto the roof.