The Jewels; Mother of Pearl (#ABA2017)

Chapter Forty Five

Dr Jones walked down the hallway, the hospital was frantic earlier, people running in with children traumatized, parents terrified, woman broken and men crippled, people whose emotions had been stretched like a balloon to their absolute limits.

The morning was busy, and Dr Jones sighed heavily with relief on his first break.

But he walked down the busy hallways of nurses wheelchairing people to their rooms and several code reds or 199 in progresses or doctors being called to certain rooms. Dr Jones continued walking down the hallway until he came to his daughter's room, resting on his clipboard was an old fairy tale, a book obviously aged, of the singing Angels.

"...Hi sweetie," he said as he walked into the room and closed the door, "I've brought your favourite book with me, thought I might read it to you while I still have a-"

He turned and nearly dropped the book when he saw Annika sitting next to his daughter softly caressing her hair and holding her hand, "she is a beautiful girl," she said as she stood up straight, "she is lucky to have a father like you. Most families abandon their members who have even been in the pressence of an Angel, let alone a monster such as me."

Annika walked around the bed, Dr Jones stumbled his words as he went for the door and tried to open it, the door handle wouldn't turn, "there's no need for that doctor," Annika said.

Dr Jones turned around, the book flying from his grip. Annika caught it with her foot, "hmm..." she picked it up, "a story I see."

She held the book out for Dr Jones to take it, but he remained where he was.

Annika took no insult as she placed it on the nearby table. "I was telling my own story as well," she informed as she straightened the book, "it's about an Angel too... one who long ago made... a terrible mistake," she turned to Dr Jones, who was trying to get to the emergency button, "she committed a terrible evil, to harm an innocent child," she ran her fingers across the bars on the bed, "and she is not meant to care, and yet... she wishes to make it right."

She stood next to the girl and leaned over, "No!" Dr Jones yelled as he attempted to throw the clip board at Annika. It hit the bed frame and clattered to the ground.

Annika glanced at it, "Have you not already done enough damage?" he yelled angrily, "for crying out loud," he was beginning to cry, "you've already ruined her life."

Annika watched as he continued to cry, "pull yourself together doctor, I wish to make this right..." she simply said, no trace of empathy in her voice.

Dr Jones refused to let her near his daughter as he demanded she leave or he'd call the police.

Annika ignored him as she leaned over the girl and a single tear rolled from her eyes, it dripped from her skin and landed on the girl's lips. Annika lifted her head again, and caught the doctor's weak punch. Annika gripped his hand so tightly that he started collapsing to the ground in pain. "Consider yourself lucky doctor," she informed, "my ability to feel is limited, but a young girl has managed to get me to feel a sense of grief for what I've done, this is your own blessing and her's... it is also my way of hoping for forgiveness and repaying you for your kindness," she informed.

She released his hand, he aided his hand as he whimpered where he kneeled, "why do you have to ruin everything? Destroy any happiness people can ever feel?" he sobbed, "what have you done to that Lola girl? Have you brainwashed her into thinking your some sort of savior, some sort of God?"

Annika wasn't moved by his words, "I do not consider myself a God or any sort of saviour to her, she can look at me however she wants and she can leave me when ever she pleases," she walked past him as he continued to rant on about what a terrible person she was for what she did and what all of 'her kind' does.

Annika jumped when she heard a siren go off, she turned and saw him pushing a red button by his daughter's head made for when the paitent is uncomforable or in distress. He continued to sob, "I hope you rot in hell you witch," he hissed.

Annika picked up the book from the table and gave a flick of her black hair, "the term is Humanoid, sir," she said respectfully doing a small curtsy, "and I know I do not deserve any form of praise, rather I believe I deserve to be scolded for not doing this sooner," she placed the book on the side table of the desk, "but hear me out, read to her, your voice is going to be the thing that guides her back to reality," she opened the book to a random page, "your voice will be the one thing that'll tell her she is awake... that she is no longer trapped among her dreams and nightmares. Although you may not believe it sir, on rare occasions, there are still some good in some Angels."

She walked around the bed, the door started jarring and failing to open, she walked straight to the window, "You may recall, doctor, if you drink an Angel's blood any spell they've cursed upon the comsumer is reversed, but if you drink a Humanoid's you're insides will turn into goop," she informed, she unlocked the window, "drink a Humanoid's tears however," she opened the window and stepped onto the frame, "and any problem, any disease, any spell from any type of Angel... will be healed."

She put a hand on the frame to brace herself to jump, "read to her doctor, guide her out of her Otherworld." With that she took a step out of the room and disappeared from the room entirely, the door was pushed open and three nurses, a doctor and a regular security guard fell into the room.

When they saw there was nothing wrong, they left.

Dr Jones sat there for a long while, the steady beat of his daughter's heartbeat was all the filled the room for a moment. His eyes stared at the book open to the seemingly random page, on it, a picture of a beautiful yet faceless woman stood there holding a jewel in an outstretched hand, offering it to a woman.

His trembling hands grabbed the edges of the book as he picked it up and rested it on his lap, he wiped his eyes and stared at the words on the page, "... the Angel offered her life, something the young girl had long ago seemingly lost..." he sniffed, "the ability to grow, to be happy, to start again with the hope of never being alone..." he wiped his eyes again, "the girl continued to cry, her dispair turning into happiness as the Angel granted her wish of hope..." he turned the page, "the Angel casted a bright light, one that was brighter then any star, it engulfed the woman in hope and happiness, all bad emotions from memories being taken away..." he turned the page, "the Angel took feelings of the memories of such darkness and such dispair from the girl and put them on her own self to bare..."

Dr Jones was about to turn the page again, when he looked to Annabelle.

Her eyes open as she stared at her father, tears brought to her eyes as she heard his voice, "Daddy..." her fragile voice managed to say. The book fell to the ground as he gave Annabelle a warm embrace as he fell into tears once again.

The book laid open on the ground; on the double page, was an Angel with long black hair, a blue dress and floating between her hands was the sparkle of a pearl.

As Annika fell she remembered the words as she thought of them each, the wind in her hair, her clothes coming off her skin from the wind and the tears that floated high above her as she finished off saying her memory;

'Be happy... be safe... feel loved... and never be alone again,' the Angel said as the light grew smaller and floated before her in the form of a sparkling pearl, 'I will protect you from the many evils of this world, and make sure it never hurts innocent you again... my dearest child... my dearest friend... my dearest Sophie.'"

To be continued...

A/N

Hello fellow readers (if you exist or I'm just talking to myself:P)

Now this story here, is obviously a series of potential books. But here's my question: should I bother writing them?

I'd love your opinion on that subject, if you want me to continue writing the 'Jewels' series then please let me know. Okay?
If you have any questions about the story, because I know it can be difficult to follow for some, don't hesitate to ask me or PM me sometimes.

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