From up there...

chapter 1

"You're worthless..."
"I hate you..."
"Little brat...'

Voices echo constantly across my mind plaguing my thoughts and restricting my mindset. It didn't get better when I died, in fact, it got worse. " this will not get..the..better of me." I muttered quietly to myself while holding my head in agony against the wall. They say when you die, it is better, you're complete but I never seem complete I just...seem fucked up. In the mirror, I see a scrawny, short who ruins everything he sees in an instant. My ivory eyes lack emotion, the life they needed was stolen from me and they are dead. My blue unbuttoned polo shrugs under my grey jeans as my unkept light blonde curly hair hangs above my eyes. As I travel to work via walking (because my wings are too small).

I arrive 15 minutes early and check my cases for the day. "Huh? 15 years has it been?" I laugh calmly as I take out the next case.

"Aiden Cursela, age 17 6'0."I analyse while reading the client file.
"what?" I exclaim while reading his situation in disbelief. My memories flood in flashes of my mother, the addiction everything floods back in a rush of agony and pain. It was everything a was going through no no no why at this time. "WHAT THE HELL?"I cry as I rush to the bathroom with the file still in my hand.i quiver as the dreaded memories I tried to forget and suppress come forth in an overload of sadness, anger and disbelief.

It all came back." my mother" I spit in anger, she never cared for me she ignored me, took drugs in my face and spat disgust filled words about my existence and how it ruined her life. Hell, she even sold me off, like an object sold at an auction to be starved and operated on consciously. She was despicable in every way possible. "GO AWAY YOU HORRIBLE BITCH GET OUT OF MY... Head" I screamed in anxiousness unknowing my colleague was coming into the room.

"What the hell?" Anita breathed is worry and concern. my face was red and puffy with tear marks and my tears made a shallow puddle on the floor.
The client file was crinkled on the floor and ruined as the ink was smudged.

"Heh..im..ok Anita..."I sloppily lied to her while turning my face to her.she was the same height as me but had well kept and black short cut hair.

she was wearing her usual attire of navy blue trousers with a white shirt and black cardigan.
"Do you really think I believe you when you look like one of those creepy elves on the shelf dolls with your puffy cheeks?" she sarcastically commented while raised one eyebrow in frustration.

"Heh, I guess not..." I rubbed my head in embarrassment.

"Is...is it coming back?" she questions in sadness and pity as she tilted her head.

"N-no I'm...yes...yes it is, it's because of the folder." I sign as I glanced at the wrecked at the folder. Anita picked up the folder and read it with ease which I'm surprised she did since it was so wrecked.

Anita sighs as she glances and me with her hazel eyes and narrow face. "You know, I think it would be a good exercise...to try to get over this."

"Hmmm...maybe" I question as I walk with her slowly to the workplace.