Fallen

Chapter Seven: Empty Air

After about a week of wandering aimlessly around the town, Angella decided to return to Broad Street. She spotted Billy sitting on the porch outside his house, but she didn't go over. Didn't say hello. Didn't wave. Instead, she walked away from the road, and hid behind the row of trees running parallel to the road. Although she didn't want to be seen, she watched Billy. If she was going to successfully watch over Billy without being recognised, she would need a disguise, so she hurried back into town, and got her hair died. It was a light blonde colour; she didn't realise it was the same colour as Amelia's hair. After having her hair died, Angella browsed some of the clothes shops, and brought a short white dress, without realising that it was exactly the same dress that Amelia always wore. Another thing that Angella didn't notice was the creepy voice in the back of her head. "Your next mission... Is to disappear."

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Angella decided to hang around the park for a while, just to make sure Billy was alright. Despite how much she tried to stay hidden, Billy still saw her occasionally. However, the disguise worked, and Billy only knew her as "the girl in white". She saw him on the porch, sometimes on his own; sometimes with friends. She heard them talking. Billy's friend would say "What's she like, you're girl in white?" As if they didn't believe him, and Billy'd reply "She's an angel." In that tone of voice that sparkled with a glittery tone. He believed it wholeheartedly. But he didn't know it was Angella.

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Angella watched for about a fortnight. She knew that Billy had seen her, but had he heard her? Did he know why she was afraid to see him? Did he wonder where she was? Did he really know who she was?

She didn't.

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One day, when the sun was burning blisters into her skin, and it hurt her eyes to look around, Angella was feeling sluggish. She didn't pay much attention to anyting. This was a day she was willing to let pass by, but also one she would never forget...

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Suddenly, the white ligt of the sun dissapeared and everything snapped into a hellish black. She heard the dolsic tone of Satan flicker through the birlap sack; felt the vibrations bash against her ear drums, and... "Hello angel."

SNAP

The bag was lifted off of her head to reveal a concrete room casting a hellish red glow, as though a fire had been lit, but she couldn't see a mantle. The floor beneath heer bare feet was almost ice-cold, but the skin on her soles was burning. She reached out sideways and briefly touched the wall. It was cold as ice, but her fingers blistered. It was hellish torture.

SNAP

Angella was backed desperately into the corner of the concrete room; Satan was invading her personal space. She felt uncomfortable. Satan leaned further forwards. Closer. Too close. Angella still tried to move back but was flat against the wall. Satan kept leaning towards her. Closer. Too close. Their lips touched.

SNAP

Angella woke with a start. Breathing heavy. Panting. Eyes darting. Terrified. Thoughts swimming. Betrayed. Nothing. Empty air. There was nothing thee, but empty air. Her breathing slowed, as steadily she realised...

She was totally alone.

Alone in the park on Broad Street, hiding from the only people she knew. The people who lived across the street. A mother and her little boy, who was probably missing her more than anything on Earth, but the truth was, Angella didn't belong on Earth. Neither did she want to be there.

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A few weeks later, Angella was sat alone, at the base of a large weeping willow tree, thinking to herself. She'd decided that she would have to do something about her Satanic dreams, so she stood and turned around, only to find her path blocked by a young boy. Billy.