Letters from an Angel (Short Story)

"I"

I slowly open my eyes as the bright rays from the sun plants light kisses on my cheeks.  It is quite unfair to have a beautiful days like this when you're feeling like a total shit.   I decided to run a few laps before I'll get ready to my ballet class.

Mom is against the ballet class but I want too be reckless at this point of my life. I want to leave a happy memory in a world that gives me a lot of suffering, but i guess it's part of the roller coaster ride. You'll hurt your throat from screaming too much yet in the end it will leave a big plaster  of smile on your face because you have enjoyed it and the same thing applies on your life.

I stop my track and tried to catch my breathe. I have already run for 4 laps but it looks like I have a lot of energy left in my body but I don't want to abuse my body so I decided to go home already.

"Hi mom!"

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I told you that I'm not going to quit on my ballet class lesson. I'm healthy..okay so maybe I'm not and it gives me more reason to do this. I am so not gonna do this conversation for the hundreth time mom, I'm leaving "

"Honey please.."

That is the last thing that I heard when I close the back door.

xxxx

"okay 1..2..3  now do the spin misty!"

I tried to spin my body but it seems that everything in  my vision is already spinning, and I feel a sound of a crash and I'm already on the floor. 

"Misty!!" 

"Hey are you okay?"

They sound a little blurry, I tried to give them a faint smile and now all I see is pure black.

xxxx

"mmm..o..m"

my throat hurts a lot. i feel like i was so dehydrated and I think that if I tried too utter a single word my voice will broke.

"Oh good morning Misty it's good that you're awake now"

"What day is it now?" I'm pretty sure that it's not the day that I black out because I can see sun rays on the peek of the hospital window

"Well you have been sleeping for 3 days time now..do you want anything?"

"water..please"

The nurse immediately grab the jug on my bedside and put a straw on it. I don't like to be treated like a handicapped person so i grab the glass from her and my hand is too shaky, but gladly the nurse supports the base and gives me a light nod.

"I'm on the nurse station,please contact me if you need anything.. oh and here your mom left a note for you"

I read the note that is on a hello kitty stationery.. I stifle a laugh, I use to send my crush when I was on middle school a cute love letter using those papers. I used to cringe every time I remember those days but now I wanted to go back where I use to be innocent and carefree..

Honey,

I'm going to talk to your professors and ask if it is okay to excuse you to some of the lessons.. Give me a call if you're already awake

-MOM

I grab my backpack on the side of the bed and  gets a paper and pen.. and with a shaky hands I wrote...

Sky's POV

"see you tomorrow sky! hey aren't you going to give me a ride home? you're suppose  to!"

"nah, I'll be checking some things first"

It feels like I have to do some important things but I can't remember what is it..

 "Yah sky! Here! I forgot to hand it to you a while ago..someone...wants you to read it" he toss me stationarry set with hello kitty stickers on the envelope

Dear Sky,

Hi! do you still remember me? Your mystery "M" sender. My mom wants me to stop attending my ballet lesson, but I don't want. It's not because I want to impress you, the reason why I'm  doing it is because I finally found something that I'm good at. 

Last Saturday I attend a ballet lesson and I end up in a hospital bed after some hours.. maybe it's just exhaustion..or  maybe it's something else.. I bet my mom  will keep on nagging me to stop doing this nonsense when she arrives here.

Hey, are you okay? I haven't seen you lately and it makes me lonely.. funny right? how can I feel lonely when in the first place you're always not with  me after all. Can I request something to you? I want you to come at the ballet studio on Friday at 8:00. I'll be there but you'll probably not see me.

I want to see you dance once again, I want to see you doing your passion. I'll dance with you on the other side of the room. I want to share the same song and dance with you.

Is it too much too ask? It's okay if you will not come,you probably won't anyway. 

Anyway I'll wait for you there I'll play my favorite song there..It'll be the last time that I will play it, and I want you to be my accompany to the last time that I will hear it.

-Your Angel :)

"I"

I have so may  question in my mind right now..

why is it that it will be the last time that she'll play that song?

why is she feeling lonely/sad?

Is she sick?

Will my questions be answered if I will dance with her?