EVANGELINE~!
"What are we doing here, Death?" I asked. My Aura was dark and omnious. Death thought of the wonderful idea of making me watch my memories, like in that film A Christmas Carol. He ignored me. We were watching the fight, the first fight my father had with me, ahd he threw the beer bottle back at my head. I stood, my sadness getting the best of me. In spite of myself, I flinched when he burst into the darkly lit room. Death seemed to be controlling himself as well. I watched as he screamed obscenities at his daughter, who only wants to go on a trip and make some friends for once. A normal, teenage girl. I found myself needing some kind of moral support as I watched the memory play out in front of me. I tried desperately not to, but I reached up behind my ear, where the scar was. It still remained, even though I was dead. I made a note to ask Death about it once I got the chance. I found myself again, weak at the knees. I felt like I was going break down, but I forced the tears down, like I always did. Death seemed solumn and there was another look in his eyes. Guilt. How, no, why would he feel guilty about this? Did he somehow play a role in my childhood? He closed his purple eyes, as if in pain, as the past me sat on the edge of her bed, praying silently for someone to save her. I felt a tear betray me, slowly gliding down my pallid cheek. I lifted my hand op, quickly wiping it away, before The Angel of Death noticed. I looked back to him, and was surprised to find him wiping away a tear as well. He looked back to me for a moment, and held out a hand. I was hesitant at first, but then slid my hand into his. I needed the support. After the memory had stopped, I blinked, to find myself in another, with no Angel by my side. I started to panic, before noticing which memory this was.
"What's with you all of a sudden?!" The past me cried, grabbing Kaleb by the wrist. He tanked his arm away, before raising his other. It came down on my cheek, stinging. "Don't flipping touch me!" He screamed, but I was getting over the initial shock that he had hit me. "You think I wanted this?! I DIDN'T LOVE YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He screamed at me. I felt my heart shatter at his words. The pain I felt was unbearable."What are you saying, Kaleb? Are you saying that it was all a lie!? A freaking lie?!" I screeched, hot tears messing up my eyesight. He sighed, throwing himself in his chair. "How flipping stupid can you be? So gullible. And childish. 'wanted tovbe loved' What a petty thing." He scoffed. I felt myself getting upset. "LOVE IS EVERYTHING! YOU EVEN SAID SO YOURSELF!" He got close to my face, scowling. "I lied." He whispered my ear. I felt like it would have been better if he yelled back, or hit me. Not that. He smiled as he pulled away, noticing my looking so broken and hopeless. "Now to discuss the payment--" I stopped him. "What if I left?" I asked. I didn't give him time to reply, as I lifted his Gun to my head. the gun that was in his hand. I held his hand, "Goodbye. If you really don't want me to leave, stop me. You have three seconds." I said. Much to my surprise, he waited those three seconds, and even helped me pull the trigger of the gun that was held to my head.
Once the shot had gone off, I found myself crying at the memory. I was breaking Down, and not noticing the memory was still going on. Kaleb's eyes were wide, and he watched as I limply collapsed in the floor. I saw hot tears flow down his cheeks. "What? What happened? Evan!" He crouched down to my pale corpse, before lifting my bloodied hand to his naturally pale cheek. "What happened? Did Sebastian do something?" He asked, aware I couldn't answer. He crouched over my body, screaming agonized screams. I felt my current body being pulled away from the memory, but I was too weak to fight back. I opened my eyes to see Death staring at me. I got up, unwilling to speak to the angel. He understood, but walked next to me as I gathered the courage to talk. "Why did you make me remember such terrible things?" I asked, but my voice was hoarse. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't make it out, but he did. "I had to make you remember." He wand simply. I sighed, before falling on my knees. I tried to hold back the tears, but one by one, they fell to the concrete sidewalk. "Evangeline please understand..." He started, but I held my hand up to stop him. "Stop it. I understand. You had your reasons, but don't you try to comfort me. Not after that. I'm guessing you didn't see it." I said. He shook his head. "I thought so. Don't make me go through that again, Death. I'm warning you." I said. He stopped trying to comfort me. I stood, brushing the invisible dust off my still trembling body. In spite of myself, I was rubbing my arms as a result of the chill if the Autumn air. I felt a warm jacket go over my shoulders, and a woman, with a somewhat familiar voice scolding Death. "You idiot! She's freezing!" The Angel of War stood there, with a boy watching, and I could tell he was a bit amused. "Hello. I'm War, if you remember me. This is Ghost." War said, before glaring at Death. "Why are you here?" He asked. "I felt War inside her. Not the will to fight, but the War within herself, and I came to comfort her, knowing you'd make no attempt." She spat.
