Prolog

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Sometimes I wonder when people will finally accept me for who i am and when I will be strong enough to let out a cry that i longed for, but , I'm just an
Unwanted angel.

Sitting in this dark building for almost a year, I'm still wondering why would my dad put me here, in this dark place. Why did he lock me up in here and what did I do wrong. Why can't I enjoy my life just like my other siblings? Why can't I live like a normal angel ?

"Any last words ?" He asked as he shoved a bottle of liquid in my mouth and waited for my response.

"Why?" My voice came out really small, since all my energy is drained from the aluminum chains that was wrapped around me.

"I'm not afraid"

I repeatedly reminded myself . No matter what his answer is, I must be strong enough to get through it, right ? He is my dad, so he should love his own daughter, should he? With the smallest tint of hope that i have in myself, I asked him the question once again.

"We're family right dad ? No matter what happens, you will stay by my side, right? Tell me that this is just a nightmare, right dad?"

"Stupid kid..."He laughed as he aimed his gun to the sky and pulled the trigger. I felt the ground underneath me started to shake as it pulled apart and the ground swallowed me, transporting me into a whole new dimension, and with that my last tear as an angel rolled down my cheeks as i am now ...

A fallen angel.

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