Clinging To The Angels

☆CHAPTER 2☆

Photo above is Daria's muscle car cause I like muscle cars. ♡

Oliver Lockstitch
What the fuck is happening?
As I mentally ask myself this, the woman's eyes widen. "Y-you shouldn't speak that way" she gulped "I haven't been here to tell you before now."
I stare at her in amazement, eyes wide, wondering how she read my mind, but then again she's not human obviously. Unless humans have hidden wings. "Why are your organs of sight dilating like that?" She asks worriedly and reaches out and grabs my face gently, looking into my eyes. I stare into her deep blue eyes before pulling away suddenly. "Who- no, what- are you?" I stumble on my words as I speak them. My legs seem to be full of lead, I can't run away, but I don't know if I'll need to. She drops her arms and looks down, ashamed? "Yara, Yara Swoirahm. Guardian Angle number 27453. Assigned to Oliver Lockstitch of Salisbury, Maryland. That is... you, right?" Yara looks up slightly. I nod, my mouth open in shock. Yara shifts and says "You're not supposed to see me. We're never supposed to actually meet, but your case is a bit... different from others." She winced "Also, its hard to avoid a curious child with a hurt wing." I stare at her in amazement "Is there... anything I can do to help?" I ask quietly. Her face brightens "Actually, there is! Lick your hand." She says as if it were perfectly normal, "Go on, then put your hand on my wing. Right on the cut." I lick my hand and, shaking, put my hand right on the bloody mess of feathers. I look away, feeling like I'm going to puke. "Oh wow! I've never seen you do that before. It's better than I was told" Yara exclaims in amazement and I look up. I slowly take my hand off to reveal her wing has been healed. "How did I-" I begin before she cuts me off. "You have powers or something, it's all in my information folder. You must not tell anyone about this incident, got that?" I nod and she continues "I should be off now, I have much to report to the head dark angel." Yara sighs as she stands. "D-dark angel?" I shiver as she nodes and says "Yeah! Thats what I am, Dark Guardian Angle, It's a difficult job to place you know. Im going to have to go now." She explains quickly, then she snaps her fingers and a swirling cloud of grey forms around her, spinning at a fast rate. Then it's gone, along with Yara. My head spins wildly, trying to processing what just happened. What do I tell my friends!? Oh wait, I'm not supposed to, it may get Yara in trouble. Although im going to tell them anyway...Then how do I explain why I was gone so long? My mind is a labyrinth of questions, and I try to organize them as I walk out of the bathroom on unsteady feet. How did I heal her? Does everyone have a Guardian Angle? Why is MINE a dark angel!? I can't even begin to comprehend how all this works when I get to the door. Fuck, what do I say? But then I hear something, something quite peculiar. While you where in the bathroom, I paused time. They think you have only been gone for about three earth minets. It sounded exactly like Yara, and that freaked me out. I guess I should just go in then... I hesitantly pull open the door to see Jane has finished the symbol and everyone was sitting somewhere, in Phillip's case, that was the top of a filing cabinet. Jane's brother, having arrived, was swinging the keys from his finger. All the others had also gathered here. That's a lot that happened in three minutes. "Finally! You weren't gone long but everyone wanted to wait for you" Phillip says from atop the filing cabinet. "How long was I gone?" I ask tentatively. "About four minutes, why?" Daria questions me with a strange stare. "Just,uh, wondering if I kept you long or something" I mumble and step closer "Lets get out of here before we het caught somehow." Everyone mutters their agreement and leaves the cramped office, heading to the front door. We pass the cow before heading downstairs and I give it's head a pat. We named the cow Ursula, for whatever reason, and wrote the name in fancy letters on two small signs, tied them with string and put it on her. Why we had to add a name, I have no clue. We finally get out of the dreaded school and everyone splits up into smaller groups. "I call shotgun!" I hear Phillip shout ,as we reach Daria's car, in his ringing voice and big grin. Daria slides into the front seat, slamming the door shut, and starts up the engine. A guy jogs over to us, a bit out of breath. His name is Levent Jenkins, a lanky guy of 17. "C-can I get a ride home? The people I came with left me..." he trails off and looks at us in turn. "I guess so, as long as you don't fuck anything up" Daria smirks, making Levent looked a bit,embarrassed, but he gets in anyway. Daria pulls out of the parking lot and onto the busy road. Looking out the front window, you can see the many lights of cars, some bright and some dim. We drive down the large road, talking as we go. Levent tells us about him, he says he wants to become a photographer, showing us pictures he takes. The road clears more, and we go faster. Then it happened. The red light flashing on before we get across. Daria saying she'll make it. Then the navy truck's lights shinging through the brittle window.

CRASH