The Demi-Angel

Chapter 6

OK so I really don't like Lexis POV here... Sorry its been so long since I updated but life has just been happening...

But omg!!! My parents left me at home with my brother for the night and bare in mind I'm only 14, so instead of having a house party like some of my friends are doing RIGHT NOW I decided to use 8 different shampoos, 3 different shower gels and something that I'm not really sure what it is... One of the shower gels was like electric blue! So that was awesome! Bare in mind this was after me watching HSM (if you don't know what that is you had no childhood) and then I taught myself the dance routine for together because I'm cool like that. This was after I went for a run for the very first time and processed to eat 2 bags of haribos and have a hot chocolate. Then I just craved hot chocolate but we had run out so I made my own with too much cocoa powder and sugar, which was awesome. I then followed my healthy day by eating a few tablespoons of nutella... Anyway if you hadn't guessed I'm hyper which is probably the only way I'll update this chapter because I don't like it.

Ok so none of you like 5(?) readers read that sooo... ONWARDS I SAY!

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Lexi's pov:

I had been in here for hours.

Literally.

After discovering my wings, I tried to figure out how I came about having them.

The only thing I could think of was how I had "on that one night not too long ago, I wished upon a star." A disney voice played in my head, and I highly doubted this was the result of a "wish upon a star".

Lying back on the bed, I moved my mind on to why I was here.

Now I'm not saying I'm buddhist or whoever believes in all that stuff, but I believed that karma happens. It made sense, and if you dont believe something like that then what have you got left? Nothing.

As I began my philosophical thinking, I remind myself that this was a bad idea, yet i kept going. The furthur into my memories i delved, the worse it was.

It was one of those things, where once you start, you cant stop. And failure upon failure all just come falling down on you.

I remembered all of it, all of my mum leaving, my dad doing as he pleased with Ava and me. Daniel always getting into fights with dad, how they were over me. And my fault. Dad would only do this if I provoked him, if I smashed something, or the kitchen wasnt clean enought that could set him off.

Suddenly I couldnt breathe.

Tears were streaming dont my face, as i heaved sobs from my chest.

My fault.

My fault Ava has the scars on her back.

My fault Daniel broke his leg.

My fault Ava has had a therapist for the last 4 years.

My fault Daniel was now too overprotective.

My fault.

My fault that Oscar was d-

No. Even in this state I couldnt think about that. Him.

Dry sobs heaved in my chest, and I found trouble breathing.