the game

earth angel

Chapter Eight:  Earth Angel

        Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.- Voltaire

    I remember so much about my childhood and much of it I wish I could forget. I had done so many horrible things when I was little; I had closed myself off from the world. I figured I had done so much, and hurt so many innocent people, that nobody could ever love me. But then a certain angel appeared in my life, and she made me feel as if I could be loved. As if everything I had done didn't matter. I didn't know how my life would end, but when that angle with black hair and blue eyes appeared in my life, I knew that no matter where the path of life took me, I knew I wanted it all to end with her by my side. I would die with no regrets as long as she was there. I wanted to keep her safe, and happy. Make her feel as special as she made me feel. So, as I stared into the eyes of the man before me, I knew I had no regrets but one: I would never get to see my child grow up. But then another thought came into my head: I would never see my child grow up, and have its own family. I would never again be with my angel. I would never see my angel smile, or laugh again.

        I began to think back on my life, and what bought me to this moment. Had I really deserved to keep this angel? Or was I merely doing her a favor by dying right here, right now?

        I barely remember my actual family. Well, to be exact, I don't have any memoires my actual father. I know he had brown hair and brown eyes like me, but I always looked more like my mother. My father disappeared when I was two months old. Nobody knew what happened to him, but I had several older siblings. I had three sisters, and four older brothers. When my mother re-married, the man had two kids, both boys. Then, together, I had four younger siblings, three girls and one boy. Well, at least that's what I heard from everyone after I left. I was always my mother's favorite though. She always spent the most time with me. I remember she had the most shinning blue eyes, and long flowing red hair. It was a beautiful kind of red too, but she hated it. I always wished I had red hair like her, and not my father's brown hair. Brown was always such a common color, but y mother's hair was such a rare kind of color. I always loved. I remember each night, she would let my brush it, and braid it. She always braided it before she went to bed. She always had a smile on her face, and was kind to everyone. She made many friends like that, but then everything changed.

        When I was three, my mother had taken me out to town for some shopping.

        "Now, don't run off Dear." I nodded, and then smiled as I noticed some toy soldiers in a shopping window. I pulled on her sleeve, and pointed to the toy soldiers.

        "Mama! Can we get these?!" She smiled, and looked at the toy soldiers.

        "Well, I suppose just this one time." She giggled, and winked at me. I smiled, and clapped my hands together.

        "Yaay!" She giggled as she bought them, and handed them to me.

        "Now, don't play with them until we get home, but don't let anyone else see them." I nodded, and held them close to me. I loved solider things. I loved toy pirate hats, and swords, and guns, and any sort of weapons that a solider would have. I remember playing solider with my elder siblings almost every day. It was one of the things I missed when I went away....

        Anyways, my mother and I spent the entire day together, and by the time we got home it was dark. My mother gave me a bath, and we did our usual ritual, and then she tucked me into my bed.

        "Good Night dearest."

        "Night Momma." She smiled, and kissed my forehead, and then quietly left. My eyes soon closed as sleep took over me.