Fallen

Chapter Eight

EIGHT

            I grabbed all the books and put them inside my bag together with my clothes. The car that was supposed to pick us was already waiting outside. I grabbed my bag then dragged it all the way to the porch where Jared and Aida were waiting. When Jared saw me, he grabbed our bags and put it inside the car trunk. Aida stood silently, looking at me sadly.

            “I’ll miss you, dear.” She said sadly then pulled me in a tight hug.

            “I’ll miss you too, Aida.” I said sincerely then hugged her back.

            “You know, spending time with you here is like spending time with your mother.” She said.

            “Take care of this house for me.” I said then went towards the car. Jared was already waiting inside the car. He waved at Aida as I went inside with him. I looked outside the window as I waved at Aida and she waved back. I looked at the shrinking house as the car drove away. I will miss my short stay there. It was taking me back to the time when my mother was still alive. I hope I can get back there with my dad. Only if I can be able to persuade him. I sighed as I looked outside the scenario.

            “Are you ready now?” Jared suddenly asked.

            “Yeah, I guess.” I said.

            “The ball’s in a few days, you know.” He reminded me. I almost forgot about the ball. Thanks to him, I remembered it that made me nervous once again. Sensing my nervousness, he grabbed my hand then looked at me straight in the eyes. “You’re going to be fine. Don’t be so nervous.”

            “Yeah.” I said in agreement. He’s right. I can do it. There won’t be anything wrong in that day, right? It’ll all turn out okay. There won’t be a single problem. I hope so.

            I looked at the feather that I was holding. I found out that it was the feather of that angel. I kept it, hoping that it might help. But I know that in the back of my mind, I just wanted to keep it so that I could have a reminder of him. The incident suddenly flashed before my eyes and I remembered how he looked at me at those times. I thought angels were kind, gentle and… well, angelic. But when I looked into his eyes, it was nothing like I’ve ever imagined an angel could be. His blue eyes were as cold as ice when he looked at me with disgust. His blond hair flew in every direction as the cold wind hit them and his lean body rested against my tiny form. His white wings were huge that it almost didn’t fit in the room. Judging by his physical appearance, he looked exactly what I thought an angel could be. He was beautiful, indeed. Probably the most beautiful creature I’ve seen in my entire life. But the hatred that I saw in his eyes made me think that he was a demon. How ironic, isn’t it? An angel with such a face like that could be very demonic. But the words he uttered that night kept on coming back in my mind. I want you to be killed. That confused me. Although I know that the angels and the demons had their war since the time of our ancestors, it was still shocking to know that an angel would suddenly kill a demon like me. I wonder what the reason is. Was Jared right when he said it was because I’ll take over my father as the leader of our kind? If so, then why wait for a long time when they could’ve killed me when I was still little? I know that at those times, they’ve probably known me and who I was then. This is all too confusing.

            “You still kept that feather?” I heard Jared. “Isn’t that from the angel who tried to kill you?”

            “I just thought that it might help us.” I said. I know it was a lame excuse but I had no idea what to reason out. I heard him scoffed.