I am a Victim

Angel

A child walked up to me and asked, "Are you an angel?"

"What?" I didn't know to respond.

"My mom told me that those who have marked wrists are angels," the child said pointing the the scratched wrist I now hid behind my back.

"I'm not an angel..." I murmered quietly.

The child just smiled and took my hand.

"Of course you are. Mom said that angels only harm themselves because they don't like life on earth."

You watched the child speak, interested in the words.

"This world is destroying them so they try to return to heaven again. They are too sensitive to the pain of others and their own."

You squeezed the child's hand and spoke softly, "You know, your mom is very wise."

"Thank you. She is also an angel but she has already returned home."