His Guardian Angel [On Hold]

Chapter 1

Hey everyone! I had this idea for a story and thought 'what the hell... I think I might share it with you all". I'd very much appreciate fans/comments/votes just so I can feel the love from y'all. It also would definately inspire me to write more, better and quicker.

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Love Nix xx

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Chapter One:

“Goodnight everyone, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow” I called out to the rest of the hospital staff. I’d just finished a double shift at the hospital and I was completely exhausted. My legs ached and my back hurt from standing up and walking around all day but I painted a smile on my face anyway.

“Goodnight Aramina, please don’t come in early and grace us with your sunny morning personality” Tina, another nurse, called back smiling. Everyone joked that I loved my job way too much, but in reality we all did. There was just something about having the knowledge and skills to be able to stop someone from dying that made all the grueling hours of working completely worth it.

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, yes I know, I know I need a life… har-har” I replied sarcastically. I smiled again and gave a little wave as I stepped outside and felt the bitter bite of the cold wind whip my cheek bones. I pulled my scarf and coat around me tighter and walked quicker to my car.

I jumped in and after starting the engine. I quickly turned the heat up on high and then pulled out into the street. ‘Hey Ya’ by Obadiah Parker was on the radio and I started humming along with him, I stopped at the red traffic light and really started singing out the tune along with as much dance moves I could while sitting down. I mean, who cares right? No one’s around to see me look like a completely fool of myself.

The light went green and I started off again. All of a sudden my head is whipped against the window with such magnitude that it shatters the glass and I can feel the tiny splinters dig into the delicate skin of my scalp. Almost at the same time I feel my body wrenched in the opposite direction from the force of the other car that rammed into mine. My ears were ringing with the crunching and screeching sound of metal against metal and I didn’t even have it in me to scream.

The metal was piercing me everywhere. My face was cut, my arms and legs were torn and my torso was being ripped apart. This was agony, pure agony. The pain was too much that I went into a state of calmness. People always talked about how before you die, you see a movie of your life or maybe just flashbacks. I waited and waited to see the pictures of my life pass me by. But there was nothing.

I was starting to feel numb and excruciating pain all at the same time. How the hell is that possible? How can you feel nothing and everything and not even have the voice to scream? The sound of crunching was disappearing and was replaced by the sound of my beating heart which seemed to be on loud speaker. I waited and listened as my heart ‘ka-thumped’ slower and slower until it seemed like the rests between each one lasted a life time.

With the last beat of my heart, I took my final breath of bitter cold air. Huh… I guess I was going back to work earlier than I thought.

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Where am I? I was walking, no cuts or bruises anywhere to be seen, through a thick fog or mist. I looked all around me and couldn’t see anything except this fog; even under my feet was fog. I squinted my eyes and tried to see through this whiteness. To my astonishment, the white fog wasn’t just white, it shimmered with gold and actually looked like it was moving slightly. In the distance, I could hear the most beautiful sound.