Angels are dead. You'd have to be stupid to not know that. Look at the title, doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what I'm talking about- just someone that knows Latin. Death. My death actually. Wouldn't call it a fun story but I guess it secured my current 'life'. So settle down. Now would be good.
I died aged 18. Thank goodness for optional ageing after death.
I had a family, mother, father, little sister and unfortunately an older brother.
Why is it unfortunate that I had an older brother? Stop interrupting and you'll find out!
My family seemed like a wreck. Dad sat on the couch all day drinking and eating, oblivious to the existence of his surroundings. Mom was always too tried for anything so she curled up next to Dad. My brother was always at 'work', or that's what he called the lowlife gang that he was part of.
My sister was quite young, barely 10 years old, she was a nice enough child but something about her wasn't right. I'd catch her on the stairs, watching tv through the banister, grinning madly at the sight of weaponry and explosions, it almost scared me.
I was finishing up my last year at collage though also having to balance that with work and housework.
I didn't mind it, my sister loved helping when it was time to cook dinner.
One night my brother came home late after "a meeting ran long". The rest of the family was asleep, I couldn't u till he came home, I was so scared, I thought something had happened to him.
I instantly started yelling, it escalated to a full on row that ended with him storming out the house and me curling up in my bed.
The next day seemed to be a normal Saturday, went to work, worked all day, came home at the end of the day... but my brother was home too? He called me into the kitchen, and explained that after last night he was going to stop with the whole gang thing thing, help me a bit. That night we had a nice evening, spent time as a family for once, we were all in bed asleep by 11.
I was such A STUPID BITCH TO THINK IT WAS GOING TO STAY GOOD!
Fire. Fire everywhere. Thick plumes of black smoke filled my room, I was trapped, I could barely see the emergency services and my patterns outside my window, there was a smash and my brother appeared on the lawn, my little sister in his arms. For a split second I felt relieved.
I couldn't breathe, there was so much smoke. I collapsed to she ground.
Suddenly yelling "FIND THE DAUGHTER! THIS PLACE IS UNSTABLE!".
Everything was black or was on fire. I was weak, there was a smash on the door, again. And again. Until finally there was a crash, my door was in splinters, but it was too late, just as the door broke the ceiling fell through, crushing my under burning wood. I heard my mother scream and my sister Yelp and start to cry.
The pain was unbearable. I was calling for help but no sound came from my mouth but muffled sobs.
Suddenly darkness. The pain stopped, I could see nothing, it felt like an eternity before I woke up in an office- AND THAT is the story of how I died, no spoilers on what happened next!
Guess this is enough manipulation to get you to return~ or do I have to make a threat? I didn't think so.
