Butterfly Angel Wings

Ruin

Suddenly the room felt like it was spinning. I felt a desire; that's what it was. No longer a passion...to be the best, because it was all I ever wanted. If I could be the best, then...then I didn't have to live for anyone else but myself. But now, my life is over. It's all over.

I look up at my fingers and see my skin start to prune up, as they were permanently stiff—as far as I knew. Joshua stood up, with that same grin on his face; the 'ever so benevolent' angel.

Like I'd ever believed that. "Where's that fire I saw from before hm? Your passion...is it all gone?"

I shake my head, slowly, looking from one arm bar to the other, then straight to the monitor. "Does this look like something an Angel would do? Destroy my life, more than it already had been?" I sob turning over to the side, and it pained me to do so.

"Your body is so fragile, you really are like a porcelain do-

Joshua

Scars. That's what they were. I saw them as bright as day; right when Scarlett shifted on her side. Deeply imprinted; like a stone carving. Only about a year—no— two years old.  She breathed in heavily. I thought she was going to turn back around again, so I phased back to my previous position in the far left corner as if I hadn't seen a thing. I could never imagine anything like this.
Not when I signed up for this job. But what could I do, as an angel? This was the only thing I could do. Hours later the paramedics ran more tests on her. Right then, she refused to receive any of the medication, knowing that none of it would work. Knowing that she had the money to spare, but that it wouldn't do a thing. Then her parents came. Scarlet's face sank in color, becoming washed out. A man with a long scraggly beard had entered. In his eyes, I saw anger. As if it were always there. The woman that accompanied him displayed, sheer disappointment. Her hair was frizzy, in loose curls, dark brown and subtle. It matched her husband's appearance, all the same. The two of them failed to differ. The woman couldn't care any less. Nervous was how she felt. The red-headed, the woman could only stare into the eyes of what seemed to be evil incarnate.  I felt my heart skip a beat for her. As the elder woman drew nearer her expressions became more vivid.  Her eyes faltered as her features became a lot more haggardly. She sneered, now, allowing her yellow chipped teeth to fully surface, as her wretched tongue smoothed over the tips of the jagged line, "Pathetic...just pathetic!" It was odd to me. Why? I've seen cases like this before, but to the extent of actually being in one...was an entirely different story. 

Her husband's massive hands, that were full of corns, slammed down onto both ends of the hospital bed. "Absolutely pitiful. So you're telling us, that you want to leave, start this big life all for yourself in hopes of becoming this big bad ass, and gonna prove us wrong? As your parents? The people who raised you, to know that the world can only push you as much s you push back, and pull you down even deeper. You really thought you were gonna make something of yourself, by hiding out in a dump? Pathetic, absolutely insidious." He drew back; my ears burned at his words. They stung, un-imaginably. And I'd wished, that I could un-hear it all. In that moment...

Scarlet's face was painted red with anger, and her body shaking; trying to fight off the rot. I saw her fingernails rip her skin more, as blood poured out of it, her bones seeming like they were going to give way. Was this what it was all cracked up to be? This, job?