It's Too Cold For Angels To Fly

Take An Angel By the Wings

I gasp awake and look around, but I'm not in my room. Am I finally dead? I thought to myself. But I pinch myself just to be sure...

"Shit..." I hear a light curse mixed with some language I don't know, and I turn towards the voice.

I  am met with a tall, brown haired, gold eyed.... angel? Holy shit...Maybe I was right to believe that you angels existed... I look back up to his face and he's staring. Right. At. Me.

"Hello Bailey," he says with a smile that could make an entire army swoon. I open my mouth but words don't form, so I look down at my hands and I realize I'm not in the clothes I was wearing when I tried to kill myself.

I immediately look at my wrists frantically and there they are.... the small cat-like cuts on them. I sigh in relief but when I look back up the angel is crouching right in front of me.

"...Bailey???" He asks. I open my mouth and almost say 'You're cute,' but I stop myself.

"W-Who are y-you?" I ask and mentally stab myself for my voice being so shaky.

"Well..... I'm... I'm your guardian angel!" He says with that army killing smile.

I am awestruck. But the fawning over his looks soon turns to the resentment I've held all the years I was hoping that he'd come for me.

Without noticing, my tears start to roll down my cheeks and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on a marble floor, bawling my eyes out in big ugly sobs, and with an angel struggling to calm me down.

"Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY?!" I manage to get out between broken sobs, "Why didn't you come for me? To HELP ME?!"

"I'm... sorry..." is all he can say.

"Sorry? SORRY?!" I scream and then start to break down again. "I WAITED 11 YEARS FOR YOU! 11 YEARS! I TOLD MYSELF EVERY DAY SINCE I WAS 5 THAT YOU WOULD COME AND SAVE ME! Now I realize just how stupid I really am..."

He doesn't say anything, but when he finds words to say I cut him off. "Just please... tell me why?"

"I-I was good friends with your mother... she told me all about you... She always told me that she could care for you." He says solemnly, "I had only heard about her death yesterday... then I went to check on you and you... you were on a chair with a rope around your neck."

By now I can feel a lump in my throat... it keeps moving up until I end up throwing up. Nothing but stomach acid because I haven't eaten in days.

Then, before I realize what's happening, my vision falls back to the dark abyss.