An Angel's Kiss

Chapter 3

                “What do you mean ‘it’s not possible’? You think I’ve been imagining my nightmares for the past two years?” I could feel my cheeks heating up instantaneously at my sudden outburst. “Why does it even matter?” I continued on, painfully aware of all the stares I was getting. “What?”

                One of the younger girls, about my age began to speak. “What are you talking about girl-“

“My name is Scarlett. Use it.” My eyes flashed, though I was sure that they could not see it.

“Very well then, Scarlett.” The sarcasm was practically oozing out of her voice. In the pockets of my hoodie my hands knotted into fists.

“That’s enough, Lenora.” This time, I was not the once cutting her off, but I would have liked to. “I want everyone out of this room, except Ramon.” Lenora and the others opened their mouths to protest, but once she held her hands up, they all quieted and walked out of the room.

Silently, I waited as they all left. Ramon walked towards me, his hands raised. I flinched away, and concern clouded his features. “Why do you flinch away like that?” I dropped my eyes to the ground once again, not wanting to answer his question.

I cleared my throat. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“I’m sorry for not introducing myself. I am Clarissa.” The lady stated, ending that line of conversation.

“What do you want from me?”

“Don’t you have an older sister?” Ramon and I both spoke at the same time.

I met his eyes. “She was- She passed away two years ago.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his face unreadable.

“I know that you do not have any clue why you are here, but you should. Are you sure that there is nothing that you can remember- about any of us?”

“Unless you want me to go into a detailed description of my nightmares, no.”

Clarissa nodded thoughtfully. “I guess I should give you the news point blank then. We,” she gestured to herself and Ramon, “and the others, are angels.” At her words, I drew in a sharp breath, but wasn’t surprised.

Somehow, the word seemed to spark something within me. Almost like a single memory trying to be remembered.

“Scarlett, I love you. Never forget that.” She spun around frantically, looking at something. In that moment, I saw myself in the mirror- as a little six year old. My skin even then was tanned and my black curls were down, framing my face. Impatiently, I pushed them back.

“What are you looking for?” I asked, my voice quiet even then.

“This is yours.” She handed me a locket, and then was gone.

“Hello? Hello?” I shrieked as loudly as I could.

She never came back. And nobody even came for me. I was alone.

Ramon and Clarissa were staring at me strangely. Ignoring them, I pulled the locket off my head, nearly getting it stuck on my curls. I’d had this locket ever since I could remember. I knew I was adopted, and my father had just told me that it was something that my birth mother gave me.  Never once had I been able to open it, but I still tried over and over again.

“Where did you get that?” Ramon and Clarissa asked together, eyes wide as they watched me fiddle with it.

“It’s the only thing that I have of my real parents.”

Clarissa drew in a sharp breath and slumped back in the chair behind her desk. Ramon’s shoulders slumped down as well. “What? What did I do?” Neither of them responded, too deep into their thoughts. Silently, I retreated into my thoughts as well.

“Do you know your mother’s real name? Or your fathers?”

I nodded my head no. “All I know is that I lived with them until I was six years old. But I have no memory of them. That is, until now.”

I heard Clarissa sigh deeply. “I guess it’s best that we start at the very beginning then."

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I know this chapter is really short and I'm really sorry for that. If I continued it, I wouldn't have the chapter spaced out the way that I wanted them to be. Don't worry; the next chapter will be very long and a lot more action filled.

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