Wings to Fly Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

It took me the longest time to walk home. The rain had stopped by now and the sky had returned to its normal color. Although the weather was as beautiful as it had ever been, the people around me seemed cold and filled with misery. Every once in a while people would run up to me and ask about what had happened, but I ignored them. I didn't want to relive those last moments. If I did I would be forced to have those horrific scenes replay in my mind. Just like the incidents with Adella.

When my house came into view, I began to run. Instead of going in, I ran right past it. I couldn't bare to see my moms bedroom with her not in it. I hopped over the fence in my backyard. It led to a little meadow. This is where I always went when I had to think things through. On the far side of the meadow lye a little pond. I sat down in the rocks with my feet in the water. I could feel the sweet tickle of baby gold fish swimming around my feet. I sat there for a while with my head buried in my hands.

What had my mom meant when she said, "You're putting me out of my misery"? I propped my head up on my knees. I knew she couldn't have been in pain when James cut her wings off. The process of cutting an angels wings off isn't supposed to put them in pain. It's supposed to paralyze them from the neck down. That way they won't be able to save themselves from the fall down Life's Curtain. She must have been hiding something. Angels could catch certain life threatening diseases. Although it wouldn't be able to kill them, like it would to a human. Now that I think about it she had been acting suspicious lately. I had even caught her crying. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she'd said it was nothing. Turns out that was a lie. She had been suffering from some disease that she didn't want to tell me about cause it would only put me in more pain.

"It's all my fault." I whispered to myself. I let her suffer. I yelled in her face every time she tried to talk to me. I'm so selfish. I began to cry again.

I whipped my head around. A twig snapped somewhere in the bushes. I looked around for a pair of eyes, or even some feet. There was nothing there, or so I thought. Another twig snapped, but it sounded closer this time. It was probably just a bird or something. I thought to myself. Until I felt something perch on my shoulder. I turned my head slowly. I crouched when I saw it was a messenger faerie. It laughed its demonic little laugh, and flashed its sharp teeth at me. Messenger Faeries are evil little creatures controlled by Lucifer. They're captured and used to send bad news to angels and demons. So why was there one in my presence? What had I done wrong?

"There's no need to be afraid." It said in its minuscule little voice. I stood slowly.

"What do you want?"

"You already know." I stood frozen as she flew silently around my head. I watched as she dropped a little note into my hands. I opened it quickly. It was written in small italics. It read........

October, 4 2016 "The Black Parade"

Dear Anastasia Sky,

You are hear by banished from Heaven to live on Earth as a fallen angel.

Your being punished for your selfish ways. Now you must suffer the consequences.

You have one hour to remove all your items from the premises.

Sincerely,

The Demon King, Lucifer

My eyes got wide. Was this really happening? I was being banished from Heaven, all because I didn't want my mother to die. What am I gonna do, I don't want to live on Earth. Worst of all I don't want to become a fallen angel. That's as bad as being a demon. Thousands of things were spinning through my head, I couldn't think straight. I fell to my knees, and covered my head with my hands. I shut my eyes tight, trying not to let the tears spill over the edge. I've screwed up so bad. Where was I gonna live? How was I going to make money? I can't just manifest money the rest of my life. I'm never gonna have a family! I'll never get a job! Everyone I've ever loved is dead. I was so busy freaking out I almost forgot the messenger faerie was still sitting here watching me.

"Time's up." She said.

"No!" My head shot up, but I was too late. I was already on Earth.

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