The Sky Tomorrow

Chapter 3

(Winter's PoV)

The next few days were fun, but at the same time, they weren't. It wasn't the same since Night wasn't with us, but I tried not to think about it. Keyword, tried. It was hard not to since Night was with me when I wasn't working or sleeping. Now that I think about it, how much sleep did Night get?! Not sleeping was bad for someone's health. I sighed as I leaned back in my chair; Joseph and I had gone to a cafe for lunch. It still didn't feel right doing things without Night. Why would they do that to her; especially during Back Week?! It was unfair. Wrong, and there was a lot of other words to describe my feelings for what had happened. I couldn't voice my opinion, and not just because of "rules". There are no rules about that. It's that I'm too afraid. No matter how much I try, I'm still too afraid. I don't want things to repeat for me. I'll always be different in a bad way no matter what, but nobody knows that, but they will someday. I had always hoped that day would be far from now. I didn't want to see my friends and family get hurt, but now, I don't care. It can come and destroy everything. I don't care. I'll let it happen. "Win are you okay...?" I looked up at Joseph who was looking at me with a concerned look. "I'm fine, sorry." I said and looked at my food that had been placed in front of me.

It was finally over. I yawned and then fell into my bed, and I wanted to fall asleep, but I still had to help clean the store; Malachi and his friends thought it would be funny to trash the place while my mom was out. That really sucked. My mom only wanted a day off, and then she comes back to her store trashed. It was unfair. As much as I didn't like the shop, it was still apart of me, and for my mom, it was her life. It was our only source of income. Now all of our savings had to go into repair and replacing things. This week was the worst. I felt bad for Joseph, he came back for all of this. All he wanted was to see his family, and he came to deal with this. Is this what it's really come to? Having our family crumble apart as we're destroyed by the expectations? So if that was our fate, then I had to do something about it, but I couldn't. We were going to be in a ton of debt, and we would have to keep the shop closed until we could get everything repaired, so we wouldn't be making money for weeks, months if the damage is too bad. I guess since Night's gone Malachi has to pick on the next best thing, her best friend. Lucky me. As much as I won't mind it, it still sucked to be the one they hate. Why do they even hate me? Is it because I was friends with "the useless night angel", or was it that I was just odd? I sighed as I got off my bed reluctantly. Life was unfair; but I had to face it. I was going to get the short end of the stick, and as much as I hated to admit it, that was reality. Compared to Night I was probably getting the better end of it, though. I walked down stairs and looked at the broken items everywhere. 'What a great way to spend the rest of Back Week.' I thought as I began picking up broken glass. First Night, then this. No doubt they're going to start picking on me when Joseph leaves. I didn't want that day to come; what would happen if he got hurt? Three days and I'm alone. For someone like me, that's terrifying.

(Night's PoV)

When I woke up, I found myself shivering. I was so tired; but I couldn't sleep because of how cold it was. I looked over at Ari, it looked like she had the same issue. "Hey Ari?" I said, and Ari looked over at me. "Yes?" she said sitting up. "How long have you been here?" I asked, and Ari looked down. "I don't know, sorry." she said after a long moment of silence. That meant she could've been here for ages, and nobody knew about her. She must've been so alone. She kind of reminded me of myself. After Trace was taken away, I was alone. I was heartbroken. Now, I knew he was okay. I wondered what he was keeping from me. Before he told me everything. I wondered what was so bad that he couldn't tell me about it. Whatever it was, it had to be something that he was afraid or something near it, because he wouldn't tell me. What if whoever was scaring Trace found out about us meeting and tried to kill him? "Night, are you okay? You're crying..." Ari said trailing off. I looked at her, her eyes were filled with concern. "Sorry Ari, I'm fine don't worry about me," I said giving her a small smile. "I'm just worried for my friend." Ari smiled and nodded. She reached her hand into my cell and wiped my face from tears, it was cold, but it was comforting. It was nice to know I had someone to lean on right now. Someone who understood what it was like to be an outcast.

When they came down for food, they made fun of us, how they were outside of the cell, and we were inside. It was so unfair. It seemed Ari was used to them making fun of her though, because it didn't seem to bother her. I tried to ignore them like she did, like how ignored everyone else who made fun of me. As much as I wanted to yell at them and hit them...I felt it easier to sit there and ignore their teasing.

(Winter's PoV)

I know how it feels to be different. I know how hard it is to cope knowing that everyone looks at you different. I know how it felt to be looked at differently because of being around Night. Other angels looked at me oddly, as if asking why I would hang around her, and others would look at me with pity that I had to carry her around as if she were a burden to me, keeping me from my freedom. Very few knew I was truly friends with her because of her. Her personality, how she was a good person. Very few looked at me like they knew what it was like to be different. Even though the stares were to show me pity and how they wished for me to be normal, but even without Night I would still be who I was born to be.I wasn't normal. I knew what it was like to be different because I was different. I couldn't change who I was. Night was lucky she was born an angel. I was lucky compared to the rest of them, but was I really? I was scared that one day, I'd lose it. One day they'd see it. One day, I'd show who I really was, if I was ready or not, but it'd be their fault. They would do this to me. I knew that for a fact. I could see it happening. Anyone that looked at me would add to the pain and anger that sat inside me...and that scared me, how one look could change someone. I was afraid of the truth.