A Wing And A Prayer

Chapter 2

7 Days Until Christmas

Just about a week until Christmas and my family is going crazy. The closer we got to Christmas the more my family got crazy about decorating and praying. I don't know how much more I can take. And to top it all off, my back has been in searing pain since I met Michael. The closer it got to Christmas, the worse the pain got. I had even gone to the doctors to see what was wrong but every time they touched my back it felt like they were putting a white hot branding iron on there. I swear if I don't find out what's going on I might just die.

I haven't spoken to Michael since last week at dinner. He's so mysterious that it's interested me. But speaking of Michael, just because I haven't spoken to him, it feels like he's everywhere I am. Sometimes when I'm in bed at night, I swear I can hear him whispering things like, "It's coming," or, "Your time has arrived to save us."

I know I'm not going crazy but every time I hear the voice in my head that isn't my own, I get a little scared. I can't talk to my parents about it, they might think I'm possessed by a demon or something. I just don't know what I'm gonna do. The closer it gets to Christmas, the more scared I get for myself. What if I'm going crazy? What if something is happening to me? What if....whatever is happening to me.....will kill me?

Christmas Eve: 10:30 P.M.

"Night mom, I'm going to bed," I yelled down the stairs to my mom who was busy setting the presents out after my little cousins left. Poor things, they didn't realize the truth. I would never be the one to break it to them. They'd find out when they got older. Only God knows (There I go again. It's just a habit, I can't help but use his name.) I was 11 when I found out. No one wanted to tell me so I went snooping one day in my parents room and found a black bag filled with presents. I was slightly heartbroken but I got over it.

"Okay sweetie, sleep well." Well she sounded more perky than usual. I wonder what's going on with her.

I suddenly gasped in pain and gripped my shoulder. That pain that has been torturing me for the past week suddenly came back again. Then, just like that, it was gone. Something that totally stunned me was that it would just disappear in a second. Well, whatever, I guess I'm going to bed. 

Whatever that thing is, it better go away, I can't go back to school with the chance that I might break down crying from pain in the hallway. As I walked back to my room I thought about reasons that might be giving me this bad pain, but nothing came to mind. My posture is impeccable so it couldn't be that. I don't have any broken bones. What in the world could it be?

I reached my room and closed the door before changing into a belly tank and some black hot pants. I then proceeded to lay in my bed and pull up my blood red duvet. As I felt myself sink into sleep I thought about things, everyone, my life, my choices. Could I have been wrong about God? But then again, not many good things have happened in my life so why should I? I then fell asleep to the soft silence.

Christmas Eve: 11:57 P.M. 

Something smelled different.... I wasn't in my room. My room certainly does not smell like the forest. I opened my eyes and looked around at my surroundings. I most definitely wasn't at home. Where am I? Somewhere in the middle of the forest. I've been having dreams of waking up in the forest and a man with white wings came to me....but this wasn't a dream. Not this time. This time I was actually in the forest.

While I was sitting here thinking about how I got here I barely noticed the firey pain shooting up my back. Oh my god! What the hell is happening. This is worse than the other times. It felt like something was trying to crawl through my back and claw its way out. I screamed as loud as I could knowing that no one could hear me. This is horrible. Is this what childbirth feels like? If so I never want to have children. 

I placed my hands on the ground and dug into the dirt. Something that felt oily started to drip down my hands and into the ground. I soon realized it was my blood that was soaking the earth underneath me. Blood starting flowing out of my eyes like tears would. How could this experience be any worse? I screamed more causing my head to pound in pain. 

Then a hand reached out to stroke my face. I looked up and saw Angel kneeling down towards me. His hand rested gently on my face and he was stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"Michael....what's going on?" I asked him with pain evident in my voice.

"I'm sorry Angel, but you're going through a change. And it's going to be painful." He appologized to me in the most sincere voice ever.

"What do you mean a change? Make it stop please." I begged, hoping that the pain would go away.

"It'll be over very soon. Just wait a minute. I'm here for you."

"Why me?"

"You're special. You're going to save the world." He told me this in the most reassuring voice he could muster and that made me believe him. 

"Don't leave me, please." I asked of him before my vision got blurred by darkness. Something soft touched my face before I completely blacked out. 

*3rd Person P.O.V.* 

The man sprouted his luxurious, immaculate wings and wrapped them around the bleeding girl on the forest floor. He couldn't believe this little thing was going to save the planet. Thanking God, he picked her up and stared at her glorious wings. They were small, but most of the girls get smaller ones. the lovely thing was that only one of them was white while the other one was pitch black. Which is understandable seeing as she's only half angel and half demon. He knew it was somewhat against God's rules but maybe he could ask a request. He knew he shouldn't fall for her, the profecy, but he could feel himself slowly slipping into the grasp that was the new Evangeline Carter.