Wish on a Star

Chapter 5

Zerachiel~

Zerachiel was holding Damon up as they they slowly made their way to the infirmary.

"Did you really have to get into a fight on the first day of middle school." He muttered, not really caring if Damon heard it or not, because his answer would probably be yes.

Damon was bleeding in several places as Zerachiel struggled to carry both of their weight. People gave them strange looks as they walked past, but Zerachiel couldn't care less. He was a little busy with focusing on putting one step in front of the other.

As usual, getting too close to Damon started making him feel dizzy. He didn't know why, but the feelings that always came with it weren't pleasant.

This time it was just pure sadness. His brother's face kept floating in his mind as he tried to push it away.

He didn't know why he was friends with Damon. In the beginning, it had just been pure formality, but soon, he had realized that no one really liked him or wanted to get close. No matter how bad of a person Damon was, he had been there for him when he needed him.

He winced as he remembered the times Damon had literally almost made him lose his sanity. He remembered the feeling of being just on the edge, the fear and pain consuming him. He remembered when he had seen Damon at that time, with his eyes hazed, he had thought of it as a trick of the light. The dark wings behind Damon's back, standing out in front of his room's plain white walls.

It must have been his imagination though. After all, demons didn't exist. Hell and Heaven didn't exist. It was all just superstition.

But, he could never forget that image. It had made him realize, this was what he deserved. For murdering his brother, he had been sent a creature of Hell.

This was all he was worth. Hell. If it actually existed, that was where he belonged. He belonged with evil. With the dark.

He vaguely remembered that one time he had wished that he could meet an Angel. He laughed at himself now. He didn't even deserve to be in the presence of one. He didn't deserve anything good in the world. All he deserved was pain. Mind numbing pain.

He stumbled slightly, eyes shut as he tried to push away his thoughts.

Damon smirked, his face looking like it belonged in a horror movie.
"I thought I was the one that got hurt."

Zerachiel grunted.
"I'm fine."

He put in a little extra strength as he moved forward, almost to the infirmary. He loved the way everyone stared at him but no one even moved a muscle to help him.

Well it had always been like that. He couldn't even be surprised. He didn't belong with people. He didn't deserve friends, he didn't deserve help.

He had blamed everyone for staying away from him at first, but he couldn't even blame them. Maybe he just exuded an aura of darkness. He certainly felt like he did.

He reached the infirmary and opened the door. He pushed it open and stumbled inside, Damon stumbling along with him.

It was empty except for a girl. She seemed to be busy fussing over a blonde boy who was lying on the bed, his head bandaged.

The nurse was nowhere to be seen. That was quite unfortunate, because Zerachiel was losing it again. He felt his dizziness increase, as the room spun.

He saw the girl looking at him with a weird expression on her face, before his knees suddenly buckled, his grip on Damon loosening as his vision started going dark.

He felt his body hit the floor lightly, as his consciousness was welcomed by the darkness he was so familiar with.