Angels And Demons

Chapter 1

Odette
They say that even the stars ponder the vastness of the universe. They say that anything in the world, any problem that humanity may have, can be fixed with a little bit of love and kindness. They say all these things, and they think they have things figured out but then one day you find out that even God's got a sense of humor, a morbid one, but he's got one none the less. A sick sense of humor that features your father as the main joke and cancer is it's punch line. So you follow the words of the many and you live life spreading love and happiness for the sake of the man that you love the most, for the sake of the man that made you happier than you could have ever imagined. But then one day, when you get home after a long day of books and teachers that drone on about the same inane topics, you find out that those people were wrong. You find out that no amount of love or kindness could save your father, and you find out, by two men in black uniforms and shiny metallic badges, that it's time to say good bye.
So you get into the car with the two cops, ones you know well, that are school resource officers, and they take you to a big building about thirty minutes away. HOSPITAL written in big red letters on the side of the glass building. The building looked blue under that clear sky. Not a cloud dared showed its face, they already knew that rain was pouring from eye sockets. A flood, came crashing in destroying you, and your eyeliner and mascara payed for it, stretching in length down your almond shaped face and the green of your eyes burned bright, a beautiful contrast to the red of your face and the puffiness of your nose.
You didn't care, as you walked down the long hallways, the men in black posted on either side of you; about the masses of black that clogged your pores and now stained your face. You walked and people stared, but if they knew what you knew they would be crying too. They would go for weeks without eating like you did, and they would make long incisions here and there on their torsos and thighs like you did, with the blade you screwed out of your mother's razor last month. They would see more than a seventeen year old girl, being escorted by two officers. They wouldn't see you as the delinquent you know they must think you are. But all they see is a girl with long auburn hair, a tomato face, and emerald eyes that bleed clear. They don't see the straight A student or the girl that holds down 2 jobs, just to make sure that her family can get by. They don't see the girl who's always tried so hard to make everyone else happy that she often forgets about herself. And now you can't make yourself happy because the one person who did all of that is gone now.
But there isn't time to explain because those men in black take you down one more hallway towards a room that is all too familiar and you watch as they pack your father into a black body bag as if he's just some piece of meat and not the man that made you look forward to waking up every single morning. You see his arm hanging out the side, and your mother on the ground holding your two year old brother, clutching him to her chest like he's the only life line she has any more, and as of right now he is. That two year old keeps saying daddy as he tries to twist his way out of your mothers hold but it's no use. They zip your father up, you don't even get to see his face, don't get to say goodbye. It's all too much. This is all too much for a girl whose biggest worry should be which college is offering the most money, whose biggest worry should be making A honor roll one last time before she graduates. So you suck in the last bit of reality that you can stomach and you scream.