Part 8

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I'm dumbfounded, is this some sort of sick joke? This can't be a joke... Right? I mean I almost died back there for Christ sake. I have to believe him ...don't I? Ugh I don't even know what to think. I don't even know what to believe in anymore . Why couldn't my life be normal without anything abnormal happening? He is studying my facial expressions then he looks down and smirks. He has the nerve to smile when some shit like this is happening? Not cool. I finally gather my thoughts and speak "how could you smile at a moment like this? Nothing about this is funny!" He looks at me still smirking as if I'm joking then says "you're lucky " " excuse me? I'm lucky? If I was lucky none of this shit would of happened in the first place" he laughs then looks me in my eyes. His eyes are so gorgeous, they are gray with a hint of blue on the edges. Then he speaks " most of the girls don't even survive, you were the only one that has ever survived in the last 16 years". Then I ask " there are others that went through this?" He replies "yes, those boys gather up random girl and sacrifice them but you were lucky enough to survive " I get a little more comfortable " who was the other before me?" He answers " Beatrice Waters " oh fuck that can't be, I say the only words that come to mind "my mother". He looks at me "yes, your mother". My eyes start to burn due to the tears building up in them and I look away. " Jennifer Waters" he says while turning my head towards him,then he continues his sentence "you've turned out to be a beautiful young girl, the last time I saw you, you were five". I burst out in tears and then he pulls me close. After I finish crying I spoke " how do you know me and my mother?" He replies " your mother and I were close friends and one day she told me she was pregnant, she wanted you to be healthy but she said that the doctors told her you wouldn't make it through a day because you were sick" I looked up at him and he continues talking "She told me to cast a spell on you and make you immortal so I did". I ask "so I'm immortal ?" He replies "yes" then a anger burns up inside me and I burst out "why didn't you make her immortal too?!!" He looks at my face and wipes the tears that are streaming from my eyes " I hadn't thought of that until she passed" I turn my face to look at the picture if my mother and I hanging on my wall "she loved you Jenny " I reply " I know". "What happened the night she died? I don't remember anything, all I remember is that I was 5 and on my way home from school" the I turn back to look at him. He lets out a sigh " you were in the backseat asleep while your mother and I were in the front seats, She was driving and we were laughing and listening to music having a fun time and then this truck came out of nowhere and we flew off the road into the river, I grabbed you out of the back seat but you were unconscious, I tried to save Beatrice but she couldn't get out of the car so she gave up, I kept yelling at her not to give up. I swam to shore and placed your unconscious body on the grass and then went back for her, I tried getting her out the car but the door wouldn't budge and then she looked at me and I stayed there willing to die with her but I was pulled out the water by a firemen". I didn't know what to say but I spoke anyway " how old are you" he looked at me and smirked " I'm older than you think" I reply " which is?" " 1,492" I look at him " you're lying" "nope". We stood in silence for about five minutes until it dawned on me that angels don't cast spells so I figured I'd ask " so you're an angel?" He replies " no, honestly I don't know what I am. I do good deeds so I just call myself one, no one has told me what I'm classified as". Then I ask "so what am I ?" He answers "lucky".

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