The Right Way to Hell

Chapter 5 living sucks

Angel's back

This chapter isn't edited at all. 

I wake up to a banging on our door. I groan and shift from my side to my stomach, snuggling farther down into my warm covers. I open my eyes when I don't feel Sin next to me. I look around to find him asleep in his own bed. I smiled. Good. He is still asleep which means he didn't have a nightmare. This is a too rare occasion.

Banging commences again. Groaning I go to the door and knock softly back as to not wake Sin from his much needed sleep. Also I'm telling the annoying guard I'm awake.

If you think being crazy excuses you from school you are sadly mistaken. Everyone has classes. Although we are separated by whether you are allowed to socialize or not. I was on the "not" list for 2 years due to my suicide attempts. That meant a teacher came to my room with 2 guards for four hours everyday, until I got the appropriate class hours and grades for that year. This system actually enabled me to skip two grades. The personal teacher enabled me to go through material quicker because I was not being held back by other students limits. After the doctor playing Russian Roulette with me, I stop trying to kill myself resulting to my release from solitude. I now have to take classes with the rest of the crazies causing me to stop my running through "high school".

I hop in the shower then brush my teeth. I walk over to our dresser grabbing underwear from my side of the dresser. Unfolding them, I slip them on. Then my sweat pants. There's a gasp from behind me. I turn to see Sin looking at me with shock. "What's wrong." I ask calmly, thinking he's having another hallucination. He reaches out to me and i walk towards him. He grabs my arm, and turns me around, sucking in a breath. I look over my shoulder confused. I feel his fingers tease my back lightly. It burns where he touches.

"Sin?" I say turning back around. He looks pale staring off into space. Suddenly he quickly backs up in the bed. He screams. I quickly crawl next him. He shake uncontrollably as he curls up at the head of the bed. "Sin it's alright. "

Tears stream from his eyes. "He's real. He's real." He say looking past me. I grab his arm trying to gently pull him in my arms. He resist me for the first time in a while. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't disobey you again. Just leave Sin alone he has nothing to do with this. Please remove your mark." After the last he sound a little hysterical. I try to pull him to me again and again he resist. He looks at me after what seems like forever. "Sin look at your back." He sobs now. "I was supposed to take that wound, it wouldn't have mattered, I'm already cursed. Surly the only step next to the horrors of my life is death, but you... you have so much to live for. So much to do and I ruined you." He shake my hand off his arm and wipe at his steady stream of tears. My heart hurts hearing him say this. "Angel go look at your back." He say brokenly.

I look at him for a long time, debating if I should follow his order or not. Finally I walk to the bathroom mirror.

My eyes widen in shock. This can't be happening. My back... what this can't be. A scar the size of my hand runs right next to my spine between my shoulder blades. Horrendous thick black veins twist up and down my back. I back away from the mirror. What is this? This can't be real. No way. This can't be real. Does this have something to do with the tranquilizer? I haven't heard of anything like this happening before, also it doesn't explain the scare. It looks months old. Where did it come from? I think back on the pain I experienced yesterday. I lean back against the wall then slide down it slowly.

"Angel!" Sin cry out panicky. I snap out of my stupor I get up and go to his side. I sit besides him and pull him into a huge. Squeezing my eyes shut I push my panicked thoughts away.

"What's wrong?" I ask even though I already know the answer.

"They won't leave me alone." He cry brokenly. I kiss his forehead. He jolts in my arms. I lean back quickly to avoid getting head butted. He looks at me with a foreign expression on his face.