An Angel's Kiss

Chapter 4

So sorry that the last chapter was really short, but in my head it worked out, so here's the next chapter. I'll try to update as soon as I can....

This came out to be 5 pages on word, so I hope that it'sfairly long on here to.... Here's for wishful thinking!

P.S. I love cliffhangers! *wink wink**nudge nudge*

Without further ado, here is chapter 4!

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An Angel's Kiss- Chapter 4

First of all, I think you’d like to know how well, and exactly how I know her, right? She was one of us: an angel. She was- different. I don’t know how else to explain her to you; she was that special.

As you probably have noticed, I am basically the one in charge of angels. It might be because I am the oldest; it might be because I am the most experience, or simply because I am the most powerful. I truly do not know, only that I am and that you will have to contend with it. Everybody has to report to me, at some point or another. I met your mother around the same age that you are now, and she was a wonderful person to be around.

She was exactly like you. The resemblance is astonishing to say the least.

The more I came to know about her, the better I grew to like her. She was a troubled young girl; her past was horrific in and of itself. I have never known how she came to be the way she was. It was a miraculous change. You couldn’t not like her; she had an aura of friendliness around her.

Her past was not a happy one, and I think that in order to truly understand her, you need to know what happened in her life. I’m not going to go into details; some are too graphic to even think about.

She had always known she was different, much the same way you and your sister knew that you were very different. Only hers was much more pronounced. While you can still live a mostly normal life; that was never possible for your mother. She stood out in every single thing. Anything you named, she was good at. She got the best grades, fastest runner in gym, you know the drill.

The kids at school mocked her and made fun of her as most kids do.  She never responded back, not even to tell them to stop. I think she thought that if she ignored them, they would eventually leave her alone. She was very wrong.  Instead of ignoring her, they did everything that they could to get a rise out of her.

Still, she stayed silent. She was very strong-willed. Then along came the pain. Now, they graduated from name calling to shoving her into walls. She showed up at home with black eyes and bruises all over her fair skin, but she never said anything to her parents.

Her mom died then, and her father was completely destroyed because of it. He loved her more that she could ever imagine, but once he lost his wife he lost control of his emotions. I think you can guess what happened next.

Now, fast forward ten to fifteen years into the future: Your mother disappeared just after your sixth birthday, as you may have realized by now. Judging from your flashback, you have. To this day, I still do not know where she is, or even whether or not she’s alive right now. She was/is an amazing woman.

However, I believe her to be alive. She would not let you down so easily.

And your father. Don’t even get me started on that man. I hated him; he was horrible to your mother, your sister and you, but she loved him. I don’t know how, but she did. He really is dead though, there is no way he could be alive. If he is alive, then it is your mother's doing, and her doing only.  Only your mother could ever pull off a feat like that.

I think we should go back a bit now, to where you and your sister were born.

I saw you the day you were both born. You were magnificent little children, almost exactly alike. One thing separated the two of you. Your ring finger had the imprint of a ring on it, a very special ring. But I will get into that later.

Anyways, your mother, and I suppose your father as well, loved you both to pieces. She always had said that her family would never be complete without children, and she had finally given birth. You too were the light of her life, no pun intended. It bothered her that your father was so rotten to you, but she could do nothing about it.

One day, she met someone whom she had not seen in ten years. Of course, he had aged, and could not put up as much of a fight, but he still could. Your mother feared him, but not for herself, for you and your sister. It was a bad day for her, the day that she met him. Almost immediately she came to speak with me, but she said the strangest things.

She told me that she did not want me to fight with him, not over her or her children. I was outraged. I loved her like my own daughter; in my eyes, she was my daughter. But she kept on mumbling about this being “her battle”. I could not stand to listen to her, though I knew I had to. I would never forcefully impose myself upon someone else, even though they would have to listen. That might make them feel hatred towards me, and I do not want that unless it’s unavoidable.

                I-You probably do not know this, but we all have a special sort of connection with each other. We cannot listen to each other’s thoughts, only send messages. It helps up keep in contact and know when someone is in danger.

                The next morning, your mother’s connection broke off from me and everyone else.

The pain was paralyzing for us, and I cannot fathom what your mother went through. It had to have been worse; she cut off connection with us, and we only experienced the pain of one broken connection, but she suffered many at the same time. We looked for her, everywhere that she possibly could be, and came up with absolutely nothing. She is or was that good.

When we searched her and your father’s apartment we found you and your sister sleeping peacefully. Neither of you remember anything at all of what happened, it was erased from your minds by your mother. I suppose it was her way of covering her tracks.

We did the same thing, and that’s why you have no recollection of us. I didn’t want a little six year talking to her foster parents about “the light that had come from above”. That would end badly for you, and maybe for us too.

The next morning we took you and Sierra to the homeless shelter where we left you to be adopted by Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara.

I’m sorry I don’t know more, but there are things in your childhood that we can only speculate at.

Your mother left you that locket for a very good reason, and it is very powerful. It is said to contain the very ring that you have imprinted on your fingers. There is no telling what it will do once you wear it.

The only thing is: When we found you, you were never wearing that necklace. We all assumed that it was gone- forever.

Your mother didn’t give you that locket when you were six, Scarlett. Your mother gave you that locket recently. Very recently, if I am correct.

I shook slightly, remembering something very important. “I had- I had a visitor,” I started off stuttering. “She said that she was an old friend of my birth mother and that she wanted to speak to me. “ Tears began rolling down my face. “I left her alone in my bedroom for a few minutes when I got her a glass of water. I didn’t think much of it before, but I realized something.” I paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “Everyone who saw her that day said that she looked exactly like me, except for our skin and hair colors. She had alabaster pale skin, and golden brown straight hair. I think that she might be my mother.”

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What do you think? i particularily liked this chapter, as it gives insight into Scarlett's birth and her mother's life. I hope this arose some questions in your heads; that's what I was going for with this chapter.

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