You're quite literally my angel

~The orphanage~

I'm really sorry it took me so long. I have been sick, very busy and there was a funfair near my house. So I went there... ;)

Also I hope you like this chapter, as always.

And if you like the story or got some tips, or something, please comment! I love the advice!

Also I dedicate this story to Magical_secrets beacuse she introduced me to this side and I wouldn't even be wrting all of this without her. Thanks love.

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My parents died when I was ten. I saw it happen, it was horrible. Both of them got shot and I still don't know why.

I moved in at my aunt and uncle's place afterwards, but after a year they got sick of me and they put me in an orphanage. They told me I'd like it there and that I'd make friends really soon.

They lied.

I hate the orphanage and all the kids there. They're these really boring over-religious know-alls and think they'll go to hell for every little thing they do, or something. (I like to call them God's puppies, which annoys them a lot.)

So, I was an outsider. The only ones I could talk to were my aunt and uncle. (Not that I liked that very much, though.) We mainly talked about my parents at first but slowly that got less until at one point we never talked about them anymore. It was almost as if they had forgotten them. Even my uncle who had liked his brother (my father) very much.

So after two years I didn't like talking to them anymore as well, and they haven't really showed up since.

So, being a lonely kid, I started to practice my drawing skills. My parents had always loved the drawings I had made at school so I felt like it was the right thing to do. I draw my parents a lot. At first using a picture of them, but I can draw them by heart now. Sometimes I imagine what they'd look like as elderly people and try to draw them. But I never get further than drawing the shape of their faces. After that, the only thing I can do is cry. It's too painful.

Needless to say, I turned into a pretty heartless kid. Not loving anyone but two dead people.

But today...

I didn't think I'd love a human ever again and maybe I'm right about that.

I fell in love with an angel.

How could I be so stupid?!

But, wow, I had never felt saver than with him. Never.

Not even with my parents.

I looked at him, he had turned his face away from me so I couldn't see his expression. I waited for some time until he'd say something. But he didn't so I decided to break the awkward silence.

'Err... What should we do now?'

He turned to face me, the tender look on his face had disappeared and had changed into something I couldn't really place, 'maybe you should go home,' he said, 'or the nuns will be worried.'

I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment, 'yeah.. I guess that's a good idea.' So I turned around and walked away.

Suddenly someone grabbed my hand and I turned around quickly. It was Raza.

'I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me.' That's what they all say, I thought, but I nodded anyway.

'When will I see you again?' I asked, suddenly afraid that I wouldn't.

'Soon,' he replied.

Thank God.

'Okay,' I said, smiling.

Raza raised his hand and slowly spread his wings. He flew up in the sky and slowly disappeared. I wondered where he was going. Heaven? Probably.

Slowly I started walking back to the orphanage. I didn't want to, but Raza was right. If I wouldn't go back soon the nuns would be worried and that's really annoying. Especially Sister Teresa who'll give you an hour long lecture about not getting home in time. (I'm not even exaggerating here, the record is one and a half hour..) First of all, I'm not a little child anymore, I can take care of myself. And second of all, the orphanage is not my home so I'm breaking rules anyway.

But I was hungry as well and if I wouldn't be in time for dinner I wouldn't get any. (Which was also the only reason I was eating with everyone. I'd rather eat alone.)

So as I was walking home I replayed everything that had happened today, in my head. Now that Raza had gone I started to feel a little scared. What if that demon would come back? What if it would shoot me again? Why did he even want to shoot me? What did I do? I had asked him, but he hadn't responded.

I started running, suddenly terrified. I ran down the streets and alleys, extremely careful. Finally I reached the orphanage and ran inside.

'I'M BACK!' I screamed and ran to my room, lying down on my bed.

Lola, a girl in my dorm, walked to me and asked, 'are you alright?'

Yeah, I was nearly shot just now, of course I'm alright. 'Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I?'

'You look stressed,' Lola answered.

'I'm not,' I replied and turned around.

I heard Lola sigh and head back to her friends. I just closed my eyes and waited for dinner. Suddenly I heard somone stumble in our room, so I opened my eyes and saw Sister Teresa.

'Dinner's ready,' her creacky voice blared through the room and I got up.

I walked past her, not minding to say anything to her and walked to our dining room, expecting it to be empty. But it wasn't. There was a new girl sitting on one of the long tables.

And she looked just as annoyed about being here as I felt.