Tired Nights

Chapter 1: The Beginning ...

* Luna's POV *

Hello , my name is Luna. I don't really know where to start so I guess the beginning will be decent enough .

I was born June 19 , 1762. My mother was beautiful , stunning . My father was ... Well .... Aggressive. He constantly abused us , spouting out horrible and vulgar things at us. When me and my mother finally escaped from him he stalked us . He kidnapped me when I was 17 years old and murdered me , all while screaming at me how much he hated me and how I destroyed their marriage . I died on December 9th , 1779.

When I died I went to heaven , but I was different. Most , if not all angels have solid white wings , some with flecks of gold or silver depending on how important they are. My wings are jet black at the base near my back and go around the top edge , where there are not as many feathers, and fade out to white on the tips and every shade of grey in between. When I arrived they thought I was secretly a demon spy , so I fell.

There were a lot of angels that fell from heaven when the fall happened. When I fell I was lost, confused and very scared. I tried to find myself again, and the only way I could was to go home.

So I went home and found that another family was living in my house. My father also murdered my mother and then died himself in a car crash while drunk. I had no family anymore, no home, and I didn't have a clue as to what I was anymore.

A couple hundred years later I finally made some use of my eternity. I had myself a house near my hometown, a decent paying job working at the local grocery store and a car.

As soon as I got settled life got complicated again. Demons had learned of me and wanted me so they could see what I was and if I was any use to them. They found me, broke into my house and kidnapped me, taking me to hell with them.

When I arrived I was poked, prodded and almost anything else that could happen to someone. They locked me up tight , so tight I'm surprised I escaped. When I did escape I wondered around hell for awhile , trying to find a way out. I saw in the sky a deep purple swirl that looked like a portal, and decided to go through it. Once I fought my way up to it and entered it dropped me in the United States of America, during the 1850's. I was stuck in hell for 500 years , when it only felt like two hours.

It was at that moment that I realized that whatever both heaven and hell saw in me , it wasn't good. I have continued to hide in America , moving from state to state when they got too close. I now live in Panama City, Florida. I have always been drawn towards the ocean so that's where my home is, a secret beach house hidden by huge boulders on my own private beach. No one even knows that it exists, so it is perfect for me. I go to high school at a decent sized school called Lakefront High School. Why do I go you ask? Because I want to hide and they wouldn't go looking at a high school for me, as far as I know. No one would expect me to be at school. Tomorrow is my first day there and honestly I'm nervous. I haven't really had much schooling so it's nerve wracking for me. I have taught myself a lot of things since I died, so I have about a 9th graders education.

I am in band at this school and that's probably what I am most nervous about. I will be playing the trombone because back when I was alive I had always loved watching them play. The band directors at this school, Mr. And Mrs. Yarrow, are fallen angels that do not affiliate with either side. They found me and immediately knew that I was what this war was about and agreed to help me. They taught me what I needed so I can enroll as a freshman at this school.

Well I guess we will see how this goes...