Darkest Places

Chapter 4: Aggervating Giggles And Threats

"Well, I heard if you crawl around the room your knees would get stronger. So, I thought I'd give it a try." I said still smiling at him. I wonder if that's really true. He looked down at me not buying it. I think my smile gave it away.

I want to escape, but I want some food. What do I do? I might as well try escaping, because even if I don't make it I'll get food, right?

I looked out the window trying to distract him. He's too smart, he is never going to fall for this. "What are you looking at?" He asked me looking out the window. Never mind. Okay, it's now or never! I started to crawl between his legs.

"Freedom!" I yelled. Before I knew it I was caught between his legs. Damn, so close.

I sighed and crawled backwards into the room. I went back to the hospital bed and sat down. Asshole. My plan was pure genius. I hate hospitals, just like I hate him.

I looked out the window at the sky. It was a dark blue, with white stars, and a beautiful crescent moon. "Beautiful isn't it?" The new kid asked. I turned to see him holding up food. "Is a Big Mac meal okay?" He asked with a smirk. I took it without saying thank you.

It was delicious, I had to admit that. Then again, McDonalds never tasted bad to me. "When are you leaving?" I asked disgusted by his presence.

"When you stop trying to escape." He said annoyed.  I smirked. I'm going to break him. "Well, you're going to be here forever." I told him yawning. Before I drifted off to sleep I heard him scoff. I smiled. Victory is oh so sweet. Haha V for Viper.

"Hee, hee." I heard someone giggle. 

"Hello?" I said.

"Hee, hee. Are you her?" The voice said again. It sounded as if a little girl was speaking. 

"Who is her?" I asked.

"Why, she's an angel." The little girl voice said giggling. I don't know If it's me or her, but this chick sounds insane. I laughed despite myself. 

"An angel?!" I said laughing, "Listen kid, I don't know who told you that, but they lied. Angels aren't real." Angels? Really? This kid's imagination is amazing. Plus look at me, do I look sweet and innocent?

"Hee, hee. No they aren't, but she is. She's...different." The little girl said. Different my ass. 

"What's so special about her? Does she magically make wishes come true?" I asked smirking. The little girl laughed.

"No, of course not that would be stupid. She has special abilities." The girl said. This conversation is going no where. 

"Okay, I give up. What kind of angel is she anyways?" I asked curiously. I might as well play along. 

"I'm glad you asked," The little girl said giggling, "She's Death's little angel, a very special person I might add. Princess of the darkest places, or as we like to call her Angel of Death." Wow that sounds badass. 

Now I see why she had mistaken me for this make believe character. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not her." I said. The girl just giggled at my response as if it were a joke. 

"If you ever find yourself in trouble just say Throne Angel." The girl said.

Then, I opened my eyes to see it was morning. I yawned and stretched my arms. All I could think was, what did she mean by we? That was a strange dream. "Morning." The new kid said. I glared at him. Was he here all night? This takes pervy to a new level. 

"Morning, new kid." I said. He growled at me. 

"That's not my name!" He yelled. Well someone is bipolar.