Open your Wings

Chapter 9

More and more surprises

Clayton's POV

"I will never be human again." What? Will she live on if I die? Live through misery without me? The nurse locked her fingers into the holes of the syringe. I hated needles, so I didn't watch.

I heard her try to hold back a painful yelp. Boy, that must hurt.

"And your set to go." The nurse said gladly. "I hope you finish your mission." She said as we left the room. As we walked down the hallway, hand and hand, people stared in awe, must be their first time seeing an angel, it's mine too.

"What are we gonna do Clayton?" She asked.

"Well, I guess we can't go to public places any more." I said with a chuckle.

"We still can, but I would bring a pillow so when I sit I won't hurt my wing. Also, if we do go places, I might get free stuff, but I'd rather buy things." She confessed with a smile.

"Do you thing your wing will heal enough to fly with?"

"Possibly, anything is possible when your an angel." she finished with a sad laugh.

"What's the matter?"

"Um, nothing Clayton, my voice tone just randomly changed, that's all."

"Are you scared?"

"Yeah, kind of." I took both of hands and turned her towards me.

"If your with me, there's no need to be scared." I laid a kiss of her forehead, a wave of awes washed over us. As we kept on walking, a boy came before us.

The little boy asked Carson, "Are you an angel?" in a sweet and soft voice. Carson let go of my hand and bent down to the little boys height.

"Yes, I am, do you like angels?"

"Yes, but knew you were an angel because of your marked wrists." I quickly glanced at her wrists, surly enough, there were marks. She cuts?

"How do you know that?" she nervously asked.

"My mom told me that, angels hurt them selfs because they don't like it here on earth and they try to go back home."

"You know, your mom is very wise."

"I know, shes an angel, but she already returned home." He said with a sad smile, looking at a picture.

"Is that her?" I asked.

"Yes." He said blankly.

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Good thing a had a pillow in my trunk. As Carson buckled, I asked her, "You cut?" It came out as a low whisper, but as sharp as a stone. She instantly blushed and turned away from me.

"Yes." She whispered, she turned to me, tears staining cheeks.

"The little boy was right, I hated it here. After Abby died, I couldn't stand anything, along with the bullying. But that's when I met you."