50% of Heaven, 50% of Hell

Chapter Eight: Blip

     I wake up to loud and obviously fake coughing from the armchair. Adam stares at my pointedly, seeming annoyed I haven't woken up yet.  

     "Seriously?" I ask. "Why can't I wake up to an empty room? Why does someone always have to be in here?" Adam shrugs.

     "I'm not even going to ask. But I have stuff to tell you." I roll off the bed and check my appearance in the mirror, waving my hand for him to continue. My hair isn't too messy, so I leave it down. I haven't worn makeup in weeks, so I don't need to touch up on anything. Overall I look like death. But Adam's next words make me completely forget about my appearance.

     "Nevaeh, I can tell you about everything you forgot."

     "What do you mean? Like what Naomi made me forget?" Adam nods, and I step closer to the chair. "Tell me. Now." I pause before adding "Please."

     "It's not something I can just tell you. I know a lot of things only you should know, and if certain people knew that I know, I could be in a lot of danger. And so can you for remembering." I scoff and glare.

     "You try having people tell you that you're an angel, and you just forgot millenniums of your life. It sucks." I truly can't stand that other people know more about the real me then I do. Maybe if someone would tell me my life story, then I would feel more in charge of my future. "How do you know anything about my life?" Adam sighs and stands up.

     "While I was in the pit, I wasn't really tortured that much. Lucifer and Michael weren't all that mad at me, so while Sam was there they took out most of there anger on him. After Dean got Sam out, they mostly took out their anger on each other. I guess they know more about the future than any of us would think, because about four months ago, they started telling me things, repeating it till it was drilled in my head. You don't sleep in the pit, so just try to picture four months of nonstop talking. I didn't realize it till I was topside, but it's your life story they were drilling into me." A noise came from downstairs, signaling that someone else was up. "I have to go. No one else can know about this, not Sam, Dean, Bobby, Cas, no one. OK?" He turns to leave the room.

     "Wait, why say you're going to tell me about my past if you are just gonna leave?"

     "I can tell you privately, with no one else around, and we need warding. I'll contact you when I have it all set up." He walks out of the room before I can protest further.

     I sit down in the chair Adam vacated. It's hard to believe how oblivious I was a few short months ago. I had no idea about anything supernatural; I had a somewhat decent life, and everything was fine. But now, there's a heaven, hell, there are angels and demons, and I'm an emotionally unstable angel with no memory of how to be an angel.

     Sighing, I close my eyes; not to sleep, but to think. I've been trying so hard to pick at the corner of my mind where my few short memories came from, but it doesn't crack. My mind feels different now; I can feel the walls, the different parts I should be able to travel to, but they are all locked, like levels in a video game. But they're all blocked off by the same texture of walls that surround my being, chaining me to humanity. 

     I feel along the wall, looking for weak spots, poking and prodding, hoping for another memory to come bursting through. I can feel a weak spot; a chip that I work into, gently at first, then forcefully, and a piece splinters off. the wall doesn't break, only cracks, one small flake, and I grasp at it, immersing myself in another memory. 

     I'm standing above an army of angels, my army. Behind me is a beautiful country, glowing with grace. Far in front of me burns hell fire, a dark and bloody continent emitting pain and hate. The angels look up at me with hard faces, no trace of happiness or joy, only grim anticipation. I look to my left, up to a being, not human, angel, or devil, but a presence that smiles at me lovingly. Before I can pinpoint who it is, my memory shifts