Rise above (D-Gray Man Fan Fic)

I slide my hand down the barrister pole my body slumped and a disappointed look spread across my face, it was that time again.

“Ok I’m leaving. I’ll be back soon” He says as I reach the bottom of the stairs to see him stood in the doorway carrying a suitcase in one hand and his keys in the other

“Bye” I mumble knowing that his ‘soon’ is what most people call a week or two but I got used to it a while back however my Mum never did understand which lead to the divorce…

“Dinner’s ready” A inviting voice sings as my Dad leaves carefully closing the door behind him it was about time for her to call it’s my grandmother Teresa. I drag my feet into the kitchen to be greeted by her warm smile and a inviting feast for two, she always knew when I needed cheering up.

“C’mon dear it isn’t going to eat itself” She explains as her smile widens making the wrinkles around her eyes more dominant. I walk towards the kitchen table to be greeted by a mixture of aroma ‘I can almost taste it’ I think to myself as I sit down almost instantaneously snatching my knife and fork and start to literally inhale everything on my plate.

“This is great!” I say forcing words out in the gaps were I’m not shovelling food into my mouth

“I’m glad you enjoy it” She replies; normally she’d be appalled at how I’m eating but today she made a exception knowing how depressed I was that Dad was leaving again

“Oh I almost forgot tomorrow your Dad wants you to deliver something” Her smile disappears and her normal cheery tone changed to one of disproval

“Ok, I’ll do it tomorrow” I reply as I finish off the last of the food, I make one last check of the plate to be sure I’ve finished and I was

“That was great” I say as I carefully place the knife and fork together one the plate and begin to leave the room

“Be careful tomorrow dear” I hear her murmur. I wonder why she sounded so worried.

As it gets late I begin to think more and more about why my grandmother sounded so worried was it to do with that think I have to deliver? Was it something else…? Well I guess I’ll find out sooner or later. With that I realise how late it was and I quickly get into bed, I fall to sleep almost instantly because of the soothing warmth and comfort of the bed.

“Dear? Are you awake?” I hear a voice say then a hand on my shoulder

“Wha?” I slur as I push my body away from the bed

“You’re late, you’ll have to rush or your Dad won’t be pleased” I open my eyes and look up to see my grandma looming over me

“Crap crap crap crap!” I shout as I leap out of bed startling her but there was no time to apologise, I run towards my dresser flailing my arms launching my clothes around the room

“Erm… That one!” I exclaim snatching a shirt off the floor then spinning around and taking a pair of trousers hanging off the edge of my bed

“I’ll cya later!” I yell as I struggle to get my leg though the leg holes, I stumble backwards falling out of my room and continue to the stairs

“Woah!” I shout as I wobble back and forth

“Phew close one” I say to myself as I shove my leg into the hole

“Ok I’m leaving!” I explain as I hop downstairs grabbing the parcel off the side and straight out of the door, as I close the door behind me I suddenly realise how heavy the parcel is

“Geeze is there bricks in here?” I comment to myself as I look around outside to find the street outside filled to the brim with people rushing going here and there but I had no time to wait!

“Excuse me. Sorry. Move please. Thanks” I push past the crowds of people, I’m shoved back but I refuse to be late so I lower my head and continue to force my way though, I hear the odd person insult me or try to hit me with a outstretched elbow but I don’t mind it’s London by now I expect people to be like that. After a long struggle I finally reach my destination, I double check the tag on the parcel just to be sure I was in the right place, and I was. I look towards the building its old and it has extremely intricate decorations strewn across the front of the building, it’s nice but I had to wonder why a building like that was doing in the centre of one of the biggest city in England…

I walk towards the door passing over some stone steps I find myself greeted by a massive wooden door engraved with cherubs and angelic figures and in the centre a brass door knocker in the shape of a angel

*Knock Knock Knock*