Fallen

Chapter 4

Annabelle. Annabelle. Annabelle. Annabelle. What. All I could see was a dark void. Who's there. Ah!! What the. Ow!! What the heck!?

The spot where  i found the mysterious mark on my neck earlier was burning. It felt like ice that is so cold it burns like fire.

A ominous mirror appears before me. I look in the mirror at my reflection. I see on my neck the mark, but different. Instead of being black lines the tattoo is glowing blue.

WHAT'S GOING ON!!!! Your dead. Who is that? What are you talking about? A figure comes into view. I can't believe my eyes.

There he is. The hooded man from my dream. "Who are you?" "My name is Dexuis fallen angel of death." This can't be real. Im just dreaming.

"You don't believe me do you?" Of course I didnt believe him! This is crazy. "Do you know what that mark on your neck means?" he asked. "No."

"It means you are a dead soul that has been chosen to be a fallen angel." I laughed. "Your kidding right? This is complete bs. Now can you please leave me alone and show me the way out of here."

He's silent. "I must show you." Black raven feathers swarm into a circle in front of me. An image appears. There is a girl laying on her bed sleeping. She has cuts down her legs and blood every where.

A women is near her crying profusely. That girl is me. "Mom!!!!" "She can't hear you. You are dead." he says. I fall to the ground and cry.

I remember everything that happened. I started to lose consciousness after losing so much blood. Im stunned.

"Don't cry." the man says. "You wouldn't understand! Im all my mom had! Go away you evil hearted bastard!" More silence. The figure takes his hood and lifts it back. I can't believe it.

It's him. The guy from the cemetery. "It's you." I said. "I was there at the store, the cemetery, even your past. I guarded you throughout your childhood." "I thought you looked familiar."

Its him it really was him. I can't believe my eyes. He's been here all this time. But why?  Why was I special to him? Why am I chosen to be a fallen angel?

Why, why, why me. I'm so confused i dont know what to do. All i want to do is scream.

"Why....why me?" Dexuis looks at me intently. "Your soul is darkened. It reeks of rejection and depression. Only black souls such as yours becomes a fallen angel."

I can't believe what im hearing. I didnt know if there was a such thing of an afterlife but i heard you either went to heaven and hell.

"Isn't there suppose to be a heaven or hell or something?" He smirks. Why the heck is he smirking at me? "There is a heaven and hell." "Then why am I not in hell or heaven?"

He walks closer to me and touches my tattoo. Its still glowing blue. "Its complicated. People do go to heaven and hell but there are special angels or fallen angels that can choose a soul that they find suitable for transformation."

"Why did you choose me?" "There is something in your soul so dark that it draws me in. Its like a drug in a since. Its an unusual darkness. Unlike the light angels we look for darkeness and they look for light."

All of this is so much to handle at once. So have I been destined to be a fallen angel since birth? I have so many questions unanswered.