Freedom Without Wings

1.7: Angel On The Other Side

((Trigger Warning: Mention of Suicide and Suicidal thoughts))

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Kyleigh's Point Of View

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I look at Sam in the eyes, she looked like she did when she was human.

'This is insane, a human loving the Queen of hell yeah, this story's gonna end well.'  I sarcastically thought to myself.  "Maybe, it wouldn't be that bad to have an angel on the other side."  I shyly smile.

Sam looked happily at me.  "Thank you, thank you.." Sam says pulling me in for a hug.  I felt tears stain the white v-neck under the jacket.  I cried into her black band shirt.  "Why wouldn't I?  I love you, Sammy."

My eyes grew heavy, "Damn.. I tired myself out too much..  Didn't think stealing Angel Grace would be that tiring." I mutter.  "It's alright," The Demon girl said, "I'll still be here, I'm going to be your.. well guardian Demon."  She chuckles at her comment.  I smiled at my angel.  I laid my head on her shoulder, wanting to rest.

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Nightmare

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It was all just a blank space.  There's nothing, just.. darkness.

I hear a woman's voice, hoarse and in pain, 'No one would love a freak like you.. Even I don't love you, and I'm your mother.'

I turn around to see no one, but also someone.  A complete contridiction.  'You really think that someone like you would have a chance?  Maybe if you were reborn into a damn cow, then you'd have a chance!' I hear another mocking voice.

'I can't believe you!  You disappear for two years, then come back to kill me!  Yes, of course I'd forgive you, because you're my sister.'  The sickly sweet voice speaks, as if that was my sister.  'I want to forgive you, after you put a gun into your mouth and pull the fricking trigger.'

I try to explain myself, but my mouth was moving, no words coming out.

'What's wrong?  Cat sliced your tongue?'

I tried to speak, but words refuse to leave.

'Poor little Kyleigh, if you had someone to love you.  Do you really think that Sam loved you?  You were so damn anxious that you had to somehow touched her.  What weirdo does that?!  You blame it on your 'mental illnesses,' but the real illness here is you!!  You lie!  You fight! You're too damn cocky for your own good!  Blaming it on anxiety and depression isn't enough, but how about all the times you tried to die?!  You said you'd keep fighting for her, but in the past year you put a gun up to your head more than a hundred times, a knife to your wrists thousands of times!  Do you think anyone would love you?!'

It was my own voice..  "SHUT UP!!" I screamed at myself, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

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6 Hours Later

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'It's almost sunset,'  I noted to myself, I woke up to the scene of two car driving behind us.  "What the hell?!" I scream, my voice hoarse from just waking up.

"Angels, looking for you Kyleigh.  Said you can still see ghosts and shit, mark of an Archangel or something.  Didn't really listen, you were mumbling stuff.  BUT, have a beer you smol bean."  "What the- I'm pretty sure you should be serious right now!"  I exclaimed, worried.  'You might die now, or later..'

I said "Turn it around!"  "That's what Rose Anne said when Jico became canon."  "Wait, it's canon?"  I ask.  "Yeah, apparently."  I slid into my seat.  "What happened?" Sam said as I looked terrified.  "This is the worst time to be so emo."  "What happened?" Sam repeats again, looking dead..er than she was before.  "I got so emo that I fell apart."  I mutter, clutching my legs, making myself smaller than I already am.  

"Anyways!  Let's fight the dicks!" Sam had a confident smile on her face.  "Wait, what?" I said, getting up to speed.  "You have the Angel Grace and the blade right?!  We can fight 'em!  We'll be sa-  Shit!" Sam quickly turns to the right, "Screw you Castiel!!"

"You know Cass?!" I question her as we drive from the squadron of Angels.  I put the Angel Grace vial in my leather jacket.

"Hell, he works with Crossroad Demon Crowley!" She tells me, swerving my truck, avoiding all the other vehicles.  I told her, "I'm going do a reckless stunt, wish me luck!"  "What?!" Sam says, seeing me, ready to jump out of my truck.  I grabbed my messenger bag, swung it so it hooked onto the hook I had installed onto it.  I jumped from my window, hoping that the angle that I swung from landed me onto the top of the trunk.

I felt my boots on the cargo.  I then leaned, trying to find the latch of the compartment, wanting to open it.  I smiled, it fell open, I unhooked the bag from the attachment.  I then crawled into my compartment, getting my Angel Blade.  I open my phone's flashlight, looking for the blade.  I laid my eyes on the silver-like metal, grabbing it, ready to wield it.  The truck came to a sudden stop.  'Shit.'