Of Angels and Demons (Revamped)

Chapter 1: Childhood

     I laid in bed, crying to myself in my room. Curling up and hugging myself, the tears flowing out of my eyes flowed onto the bed sheets. I was 15 at that time, the day my grandfather died. To me my grandfather was my biggest role model, the man who taught me all I know. It was extremely hard hitting to me.
My grandfather was the kind of person who would look out for you, make sure you're feeling alright, and was generally a great person. He was an amazing craftsman, and had a very unique style to making birdhouses. He used cedar wood rectangular sticks and stacked them together with wood glue. It had 3 parts that looked like houses with one of them actually being a feeder that pours onto a little tray at the bottom. My Aunt Lilian usually took care of him because of his old age, arthritis and possible Tuberculosis.
     When I heard that he had passed, I had arrived back from school after having a bad day. The people at his wood shop called an ambulance, where he died upon arriving at the hospital. As soon as Aunt Lilian told me, I broke down and sobbed. After she called to make funeral preparations, I went to my room to be alone, where I currently was.
     The only family I had were my grandfather and Aunt Lilian. I didn't have any siblings or cousins I knew of, and my mom and dad weren't present in my life. Lilian told me that my mother died while giving birth to me, and my dad had died sometime before. I didn't know anything about them at all, except that my father was a demon and my mom an angel. Because of this, this resulted in me being a Reaper, with the only visible difference was the fact that I had Red eyes.
After a few minutes, my Aunt knocked on my bedroom door gently.
     "Allen? Come on out. It's time for dinner." Said Aunt Lilian, sounding very sullen.
     I was extremely reluctant to get out of my bed, but I forced myself out just to eat. I walked down to the stairs grasping my arm, due to a recent beat up I endured at school.
At school, I wasn't exactly the kind of kid to talk or socialize. In fact, I really didn't have any friends at all. I was mostly picked on for my red eyes, and often beaten up; sometimes really badly, even. My grandfather taught me how to fight them off, at least. I never really liked starting fights, but I surely ended them at least.
     As I entered the kitchen, my aunt was getting her plate and had a one prepared for me. She cooked a pot roast with chopped potatoes, carrots, butter and a special mix called Aujus, which provided it with an amazing flavor. There was also mashed potatoes, baked bread rolls and freshly brewed sweet tea. I grabbed the plate, fixed what I wanted to eat and sat down at the table.
It took a few minutes before one of us spoke. My Aunt Lilian took a deep breath before speaking, holding back her tears and saying
    "I know you loved grandpa a lot.. and he loved you. And I know that things have been difficult at school recently.."
     I looked at my glass thinking to myself for a moment, processing what she was saying.
     "So.. it's up to you wether or not you want to go to school tomorrow or not. I know education is important, but I don't want you to stress yourself out. I know grandpa doesn't want you to either.."
     I looked up at her and began to think to myself. As I did, I thought to myself should I go? Or should I not? These words jumbled around in my head before I reached a decision.
     Quietly while still holding back my tears, I said "I don't wanna go.. everyone's probably going to pick on me for it anyways, so I might as well delay it.."
     She simply nodded and said "If those kids pick on you for missing your grandpa, then they must be a really heartless bunch." I nodded back and a small tear rolled down my face, dropping onto the table.
     After dinner I helped her with the dishes, because it was the least I could do for her. I was usually a helpful hand around the house, even helped my grandpa with anything he needed when he was alive. In fact, it was kind of all I knew to do. I didn't really know of anything else to do with my life. But now that he had passed away, I didn't know what to do anymore.
     When we finished cleaning, I went to go take a shower to clear my head and think to myself. After I got out and changed into a T-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, I went to my room for bed. The entire day was just too much for me, and sleep was gonna be my only escape from it. Whenever I dreamed, I felt it as a type of escape from reality. A chance to escape life itself, and wander an entirely new world as a completely different person, even.
But I couldn't sleep. I continued to cry as I wrapped myself in my sheets, like a lone baby in swaddling clothes. That night, I had no dream. Not one I could remember, anyways. My sorrow had prevented such a thing, and so my day had ended right then and there. But, tomorrow would be another day. Just a few days before the funeral, where I say goodbye to my grandfather. One last time.