Warning: depression, mention of abuse, etc.
I walked down the hallways, my arms wrapped close around my chest. I rubbed around my eyes, heaving out a shaky exhale. I turned to a open window that let the light through, I closed the curtain. It reminded me too much of heaven.
I've been out of heaven for a week, and I'm still depressed over it. Being an angel, who has fallen, is like being the president to being a poor man on the streets. I sighed and continued to walk to my room. I ran my fingers along the scars on my arms.
The scars came from people who didn't believe. I would tell them what I was, they'd laugh. They would let me stay at there house until morning, but they would... abuse me. They cut me with blades, and would push me and shove me.
Why would they torchere an angel?
I sat on the bed, running my hand over the scars covering me. I turned to my shoulders, the dark, charcoal wings quivered. The feathers begged for touch, something I didn't have. The scruffy, dirty feathers curled around my body, and they reached out for my hand. I sighed, looking at the bloody, dirty, scruffy, wings and watched as feathers drifted off them slowly.
I ran a hand over the wing side, stroking the weeping wing. I turned my head down, curling up on the bed side. My wings wrapped around my body, and I rocked back and forth slowly. I shut my eyes, trying to, so called, "sleep."
I laid like that for half an hour before moving. Someone walked into the room. They sat down beside me, they didn't see my wings, so they only saw me in a ball rocking back and forth. My feathers pulled back for me to see, and they faded away from my vision. "Markus?" I asked, looking over at him. He nodded and raised a hand to my shoulder. "Why so sad? Still have that on your mind?" I nodded my head and sniffled. I pushed his hand down and stood up; pushing the feelings away.
Angel's don't feel. Get over it.
I walked away and tried to find the living room. It had a door to the outside, and a stairs up to the loft and roof. I found it past the kitchen and walked up to the loft, pulling down the stairs to the roof. I walked to the edge of the roof and looked down. Markus walked up behind me, grabbing my hand. He nuzzled his head on the crook of my neck, "(y/n), come down. We can watch a movie and eat." I watched the sun, "I don't eat."
He chuckled, "neither do I. I also don't sleep, drink, dream, or do other human activities." I turned to him and sighed. "But do you- are you supposed to watch over people? Make sure they don't die? And if they do, the right things happen? Are you a top guardian? I don't think so. You don't know how it feels to fall," I pointed up at the sky, "from up there!"
He stepped backwards, slightly taken back. "I don't know how it is. But I know I could help you threw it." He lifted a arm to my back, pulling my closer to him in a hug. His hands ran over my scars, pressing a kiss to my side cheek.
"Fallen or not. I will try to help you out of this hell you've put yourself in."
( a/n: This is probably super choppy b/c I was off-and-on about writing this. I tried though )
- Cas, Angel of the Fandoms
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