Guardian Angel \\ l.h.\\ Luke Hemmings

Chapter Three: Angels

There had stories of people claiming of being saved by their guardian angels.

For instance, my grandmother claimed she was a survivor because of one.

It was night time in Boston, and by that time the ice had frozen the roads already yet the snow still felt the need to cover the land. My grandmother, grandfather, and a few other distant cousins were driving toward a friend'a house that happened to be perched on too steep of a hill. Long story short, their car lights had stopped resulting in them not being able to dodge the black ice that caused them to slide off the hill.

"But that's the thing, dear. We never rumbled or got crush! We landed as smooth as a feather. I swear to this day my guardian angel was with us." My grandmother exasperated to my mother.

"Whatever you say Marg." My mother teased and headed back into the kitchen.

My grandmother flicked her hand in the air, "You're still too young to understand Lynn, wait until you will need yours!"

I stared at awe at my grandmother from the floor. Being six years old, anything fascinated my attention.

My grandmother then picked me off the couch. She poked at my nose which caused a smile to spread on my face.

"Don't worry sweetie, your guardian angel will come to meet you one day, you just wait."

I never thought any of her bold statement would be true, especially not now.

"This is absolute madness. I must be going insane." I said out of the blue, staring at the ground. Although the rain was present, it barely touched the floor due to the high branches covered with leaves.

Luke answered me with a rhetorical question of his own, "What are you talking about?"

"You." I looked up at him, "You simply can't real, you're just a figment of my imagination. You're not real."

"How can I not be? You can see." He lightly turned my shoulder, forcing me to look him in the eye. "You can feel me." His hand laced through mine. His head tilted toward my ear, "you can hear me. You can smell me." At that moment a wind rustled through carrying his scent toward me. He smelled of sweet spices and a hint of vanilla, it was addicting with the first scent.

"I would say you could eat me but that would be a little odd and extreme." He chuckled but I didn't laugh. I was still mental processing everything.

"Why are you still in shock? Everyone has a guardian angel. There are even stories written about us."

"They are fiction, all of them! How could anyone prove that they saw a so called angel?" I retorted, I must be dreaming.

He shrugged, "Why do you need proof to tell the world, to exploit us? The proof is in the story but it's the reader's choice whether to believe in it or not. Clearly you have chosen in the path of not."

"But if you truly are an angel where are your wings? Don't you fly or something?"

He waved his hand off, "One thing bad about these stories are that they have this preconceived notion of wings. Yes, we teleport but we don't have true wings."

"This is ridiculous." I stood up, him mimicking my action. "Absolutely ridiculous. I must be dreaming."

"But you aren't." He said simply, "You are wide awake Cayden. I'm real, I'm here and I can't leave if if I wanted to."

I held my forehead, "Why are you even here?"

He took my hand, "I'm here to cherish you like a lover, protect you like a sibling, and be here for you like a friend. I'm here to heal you to mend your broken soul and show you that life is worth it. I know you are in a rut right now and I'm here to help you."

"But I'm not in a so called rut. In fact, I'm perfectly fine." I huff and force my hand out of his. Deep down, I know everything isn't okay, but I learned to accept that I just wasn't meant to be happy.

Luke scoffs, clearly not believing me, "Fine isn't crying on the ground and storming out of your house to only end up in the middle of an unknown forest to cry some more. Fine isn't being unhappy with your life and wishing the pain go away. Fine isn't praying that your next day be your last. That's not fine." He stated. "I'm here to help wether, like I said I can't go anywhere else. You're stuck with me so you might as well accept it."

I rolled my eyes, seeming as I had other choice. Maybe if I just waited out a little, this nightmare would end. "But I thought angels were supposed to be kind and patient not sassy and rude." I half smiled.

He grinned, "Another false notation sweetheart. Angels are here to help but we don't mold into something we aren't. But anyway since I must fulfill my duty so it's time to take you home."

"I don't have a home."

"Well you do now." He firmly answered.

"Where? The hell hole of my step mother'a house is not home." I crossed my arms.

"It's not where but who." He said as if I was supposed to know this by now.

"Who then? I don't have anyone but me, myself and I."

"Well that's a shame-" He stands up, wiping imaginary specks of dust off his perfectly clean pants, "-because now you have me."

He offers his hand to me, to which I hesitate to take. "Now let's go, the rain and you are really damping my mood and it's only been ten minutes."