The Angle of Silence

Prologue

December 3, 2000

The Silencing Angle’s point of view

          I watched Alex as she undid her ponytail, letting her luscious brown hair cascade down her back, as she sighed tilting her head to the right then the left to relieve the tension that had been building up in her muscles. She always did that when she was getting frustrated with her school work, but she had to make sure no one was watching her first. I loved how she did that. Of course she has never noticed that I saw her every time, because I always lurk in the shadows watching her.

            She is so beautiful, so perfect, and so pure despite what everyone else thinks. Alex has this light brown hair that is tinted with gold when the sunlight catches it just right. It almost causes a halo like affect. Her eyes, oh her eyes, are the hue of a half melted Hershey bar on a hot summer’s day.  However, they held and kept all this mystery that no one but I could understand.  Oh the sad horrors that those two captivating eyes had seen, the horror that no one could relate to but me. Her rose pink lips that demanded my attention, looked so soft and kissable; even when they were split and bruised. As for her body… I can’t help but to react like any man would when a woman had a body like that. Alex wasn’t eighteen for another two years, three months, and twenty one days. She’s not quite seventeen now, but she is almost, so she isn’t quite a women, but yet she is, because she deals with so much more than kids do.

 No one at her school likes her, because they find her too quiet and reclusive, but they don’t know her like I do. They are so mean and spiteful towards her, because they don’t understand her. They call her a “freak” and talk about her behind their backs. They don’t know just how much harder they make her life, but I do. Alex doesn’t know that I know though; at least not yet. I know that she is so smart, creative, kind, and could be outgoing if the world didn’t push her down every time she tried to stand on her own two feet, particularly her mother.

            I can feel the rage and the hatred run through my veins as my thoughts turn towards Alex’s mother. That stupid bitch and whore was what was making Alex’s life a living hell. I want to kill her mother. I want to beat her and torture her, and make her pay. I want her to have to go to school and try to cover the bruises that are all over her body except for her face. I want her to see what it is like to be in her daughter’s shoes. The daughter that she was supposed to love, and cherish more than anything in the world, but didn’t. Why couldn’t Alex’s mother love her like I do? Maybe I will kill her. It will be slow and painful…

            No. Death would be too merciful for her. She deserved to live a long, hard cold life, but Alex didn’t. None of the other girl’s that I had watched and helped had either. The world was a cruel place and unjust too the most kindhearted souls, and somehow the one’s with the icy, black hearts thrived. Perhaps this was hell, or perhaps this is the hell that one must endure before we are able to reach our heaven. Some just didn’t deserve to be condemned here, and Tracy, Molly Jane, Trish, Kendra, Sandra, and Alex were some of those that didn’t deserve to be here.

            The moment I had seen Alex, seen the pain in her eyes, I knew that I would have to help her just like I had helped all those other girls. I loved them all, that is why I helped them. My helpfulness has been in the news, but they didn’t see how I helped them. They dubbed me the Silencing Angle. They thought I was sick and demented. They thought that I had hurt those I had saved, but I didn’t. They just simply don’t understand. No one understands the gift that I had given all the girl’s unless they had been in their position. They wouldn’t understand that I had unlocked the very cage that had kept their souls locked away for the longest time.