Thorns

An Angel with The Devil's Wings

Alright.
Sit down get comfortable. And get ready. I never knew how to really start this, but you know what. Fuck it.

It was 3:50 am. It was a school night and I was wide awake​. In fear. I was 10 years old, skinny, and tall for my class at the time. The reason of me being awake. 6 drive-bys happened around my apartment complex/neighborhood. It was loud but only I was awake. I had to find my way to clear my mind, so I grab my cassette player, open up the window frame and sit on the small space of room I had.
I looked down and wondered. Should I fall?
Could I be an Angel, or will the Devil guide me?
I never knew. I went back inside but before I did I saw two feathers a White and a Black one.
"I think I got my answer" I said.

|A year and a half later|

8th grade. What a time to be alive. It was one if the worse years until someone fixed that. I didn't really talk much that Year Because people loved to blame shit on me. Sounds like I was loveable. That was the year I got shot in my elbow from some kid. He didn't really like me because he had to jump on the damn bandwagon. I was so called an Angel that​ year until...
That day.
I was in gym and there was this kid that goes by Lake. Lake was a snobby cocky asshat. His ego was probably bigger than his-
Moving on. He pissed my off by saying shit about my brother so I called a bitch because​ he pissed his pants one time when I pranked him (I'm a Angel, Right). He hit me. I never been so bloodthirsty in my life. I was so mad and filled with humor. I beat his ass down, broke his nose and cracked 2 of his ribs.

The called the cops on me. Put the silver rings on my wrist and threw me back into the car. They called me the Devil. My best friend. Lynn called me an Angel. The Teacher said "What the hell are you". I laughed and said "I'm an Angel like she said, but will the Devil's wings. Then I was gone just like That. Into the sunset. In a back of a police car