Unspoken Chronicles

The Wake

I can never explain what happen last night. I never saw my mom that mad and she never treated Uncle Harold like that, basically he is the closest to family that we have. The more I put logic on it the more I became confuse, until I told myself to not to think about it and gone to sleep. I thought that yesterday was the weirdest part of my life, but it got worst as soon as I woke up. My bed was covered with black and white feathers that reach up to the floor. My body aches and I think there is something wrong at my back, it stings.  I decided to go up and proceed to bathroom, staring myself at the mirror, and taking of my sleeping clothes. Then I examine my stinging back, that’s when I saw it. It was spread on my back like a tattoo.

         It was like the shape of pair of wings, that was very couture on my back from my shoulder blade then into my lower back, and by the way it looks, it was newly tattooed. But the fact about not remembering it was odd. So get dress and went out of my room.

“Mom! Mom! Where are you?”I called back as soon as I was out of my room, dashing to the kitchen. She was not there even on the living room, so I started scanning the whole house to find her.

   It’s not a very long search, when finally I heard voices coming from the porch. It was a very familiar voice, coming from my mom and no other that Uncle Harold.

“I’m very worried about this, what if Bethany consults another doctor rather than me; your daughter might end up inside the asylum for no reason.”                                                                   

“I’m trying very hard to conceal everything to her.”

“You can’t hide forever, and you can’t hide her forever too!”

“I’m planning to tell her all, but not now, she’s not ready yet!”

 “She’s not ready? Or is it the fact that you are the one that’s not ready to confess?”

“This is hard Azazel; I thought If I conceal her memories it will not resurface. I just don’t want her to be part of this.”

 “But you have to take her to the silent sanctuary, Israel you know that!”

The sound of the porch door opening make the both of them jump in their feet, revealing me behind the door, looking at both of them with questioning eyes.

“What do you call my mom? And honestly who are you?” I ask almost shouting at uncle Harold’s direction.

“Sweetie, I have to tell you something.” My mom move forward to approach me.

“No! Stay where you are, I need answers right now.” Then I looked at uncle Harold again and repeat my question.

 “Do you want me to answer that honestly?” 

I gave him a nod.

 “Your mother and I are different from others, were both not human. Once long ago we were a part of Heaven itself.”

“What do you mean heaven itself?”

“Bethany, this is hard to swallow but the fact that I’m going to tell you are all true. Are you willing to hear it all? It could ruin your life.”

“Just explain everything to me and I’ll hear you out.”

“Okay, but I’ll ask you a question and you must answer me truthfully too.”

“Okay!”

“Bethany, do you believe in angels?”

I don’t know how to answer.