An Angel In My Life

Flashing to the future.

"Leave me alone!" The girl yelled. Her voice cracked, and tears threatened to fall. Her back was damp from pressing into the wall of the ally. A man stood in front of her, half broken glass bottle in his hand. Half of it... half of it was already shattered inside her stomach. The bottle it's self was already dripping with blood. Her blood. As he stepped closer, she tried to get further into the corner. He said no words as he got with in a arms length of her. He knelt down to her level and starred her in the eyes. His eyes taking in the view. His eyes were drinking the fear that he could see. His eyes were dead, no joy or love left in them. His once sharp, clean face, now stubbled and sullen. His breath panned out on her skin as he lent into her ear. His body close to hers. He didn't feel warm, you could feel the cold radiate of him. The once happy man she knew... he was gone. She knew what he was going to do. She could see him bring the bottle closer. She could already feel the pain of her heart breaking. As he pressed the sharp shards into her skin, he let out a sigh.

"You were a mistake." He spoke calmly before he thrusted the bottle into her abdomen. The pain wasn't the thing that made her tears fall. It was the thought that... this was her brother...

In all the trouble, the girl noticed something. Something out of the ordinary. A bright light shone down, onto a spot next to her. The boy hadn't noticed it at all. She looked towards the sky to see where it came from, but all she could see was darkness. All the movement was gone. No more grunts falling from her brother's lips. No more blood seeping out of her abdomen. No more struggling for her breath. She was free from all of that. She finally has her chance to get away from everything. Closing her eyes she dreamt of the place called heaven. All of these questions were going through her head. But one stuck out the most.

Will my mother be up there?

Footsteps could suddenly be heard all around her. Flashing lights blurred by her eyelids. A siren wailing loudly. No, she can't be alive. She wants to go, she wants to be with her family. These people are bringing her back. But she has nothing to come back for. Hands could be felt around her shoulders. A cold smooth surface under her. Opening her eyes she gazed off into the distance. A man stood there, dressed in a white shirt and jeans. His brown hair all ruffled like he'd been running his hands through it. His body moving quickly over to her, his breath coming out staggered. As she looked at him, he looked her in the eye. The medics moved around trying to save her. He moved slower as he got closer. His jade eyes full of regret and worry. His hands tangled together, his knuckles white. As he finally stood at her side, she could feel it. The electrifying shock going through her body. Her body rattling like a rag doll. As it stopped he reached out for her hand. His warmth spreading across her body. The feeling coming back to her from her finger tips to her toes. The feeling of pain and the feeling of shock. She could feel the open wound on her belly. She could feel the people rushing to get her to the hospital. The man looked down at her and closed his eyes. He looked like he was in pain. All the stinging from her wound left. Had he taken her pain. She looked at him from head to toe. A little spot of dirt caught her eye. Wait the spot got bigger, it was blood. He had basically taken the pain from her wound and put it in his body. His once white shirt was now strained crimson. He opened his eyes and looked down once more. His eyes could not meet hers, but they didn't have too. He let go of her hand as the put her in the ambulance. Just as the medics got in he raised his hand in a wave. He gave a weak smile, his eyes looked devastated.

"I will see you again." He spoke as the doors to the ambulance closed shut.