Different

The Fallen Angel

Ren's P.O.V

My name is Ren and I'm a fallen angel... I didn't do anything wrong, at least I don't think I did... Let me start from the beginning.

I was an orphan. No parents, no relatives, no friends. Everyone called me a freak because of my unusual hair colour. I had black hair with white highlights at the top going down. The kids made fun of me and created nickname's, such as Powder Puff or Sprinkles. I was a timid child so I hated getting into fights, but somehow I'd always get into them. The nuns would say God blessed me, but I didn't believe that. In fact, I believed the opposite.

One night, a man came into the orphanage. I was nine at the time and I had just gotten a black eye that day, so I wasn't able to see the man's facial features properly, but he smelt strongly of alcohol and was limping. The nuns tried to usher him out since he was scaring most of the kids. But that made the man very angry, so he swung a bottle at one of the head nuns. She immediately dropped to the floor and the bottle smashed. I ran towards her and started shaking her. "Please wake up Ms Green, please," I wept. "YOU MONSTER!" The other two nuns said they ran towards him. One held a broom and the other held a heavy book. He stabbed them both with the bottle and they dropped dead to the floor. Everyone was crying, I just stared at the man with disbelief. 'How could someone kill three people? That's inhumane,' I thought in my mind trying to think the best way out of the situation. It was just ten defenceless children versus a drunk man with a shattered glass bottle, who do you think would win. You're correct, it was the man.

Edward, the boy who punched me this morning, and I were the only ones left, after witnessing this man murder eight children. He looked over at me and Edward with his drowsy eyes. First, he grabbed Edward and stabbed him continuously, I couldn't do a thing but stare without a sound. Colourless tears fell down my cold face. I was next, I was going to die without doing anything in my sorry, good for nothing life! I don't know why, but the man didn't kill me. Instead, he grabbed my hair, hard and asked: "Did ye dye ye 'air ohr is it genuine?". He had a Scottish accent, foreign to my nine-year-old-self. "Nye, tis 'air can't've been dyed, it's too floofy!". I couldn't understand a single word he said! (I AM SO SORRY! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE A SCOTTISH ACCENT!) It was either because he was drunk or he came from Scottland. He dragged me away from the orphanage, without question. The place where my loved (and hated) ones died by his hands. I never saw it again. To make it worse he decided to keep me...as his 'little floofy'...

The man, who I had to call Master, was constantly drunk. I never saw him sober, not even in the morning. I was his servant, for who knows how long! He lived in a mansion, so I was always getting lost. Even though it was a big house with multiple bedrooms, I was given the basement. Every night he'd lock up the basement so that I couldn't get out. He wouldn't let me go anywhere, not even let me see the sun. I would always call it abuse and slavery in my head, but on one hot day, I accidentally spoke my mind. The man forced me to carry him around the whole garden and after that, he locked me out in the burning sun! HE WAS CRAZY! I HATED HIM!

On my sixteenth birthday, I had enough of his abuse. So that night, I snuck out of the basement using the spare key I had found in the basement, grabbed a knife from the kitchen for self-defence and went up to Master's room. He knew I was a timid, kind, caring person, but over the seven years, I had grown stronger, colder and much more brutal. I grabbed a bottle from his bedside table and whacked it across his head. Then I grabbed a bunch of chains, to chain him to his bed and waited for him to wake up. During that time, I tried on his clothes and modified them to my size. I wore a black tux and, I have to admit, I looked awesome. When he finally woke up, I looked him in the eyes and said: "Not so little, now aren't I?" and left without looking back.

I walked out the door, with all his money in a bag and ran to the nearest cliff. "I wonder where should I go now," I said, out loud looking towards the sea. I never saw the ocean, because it was too expensive for the nuns and 'Master' never let me go anywhere. As I was zoning out, someone from behind me pushed me and I fell down the cliff... Obviously, I died.