Cold

[Prologue]

The coffee table always had the newspaper on it and some dark black coffee that my father always liked to drink. The colour always reminded me of his soul, the way he explained how life was.

I remember he used to tell me "listen baby girl,daddy, is somewhat mean but will always be cold hearted and the people who is nice can warm his little heart just like mommy did with me. But mommy did her mission and returned with the angels but when i'll finish my mission I will meet my friends that are underneath us and will make me bad consequences for all the bad stuff I did. So don't do nothing bad promise?"

He had some weird ways to explain life, but that was indeed true.

I walked toward my parents bedroom and looked at my favourite picture of this sunny day at the beach, with the birds chanting and doing little song, with the sweet sound of the wave that always relaxed you.

I switch picture and looked at my brother and I, sat on the ground surrounded with a bunch of orange,yellow and red leaves, with I remember the sound of the squirrel eating one of his acorn.

My mother never was in the picture because she did not like photos and she always thought that the best memories stays in your head not in picture and she was right.

She also had a way to explain life, as good as my father but in a totally different way. I remember "Sweetie, in life you do good things to people and they thank you with good things and surprises, and with the mean persons well they are consequences... But you also need to remember that your prince charming if he is mean or not he will always choose the nice one because when you're mean with someone once, you will already regret and you will go on a trip and never come back for good."

I always tried to find which one of those meaning of life was real but I couldn't find one.My mother always went to the negative side and my father the positive. My father will explain things a little more deeper than mommy.

But as both of them would say "life is not about finding yourself but more about creating yourself" those were their last word to me until they died. My father shot and my mother in a car accident ,I am now alone and remembering all those memories that we had and I on the other hand was still wondering if one day my prince will come on his white horse and make me forget about every worst moment of my life.

But everything precious that I have and love with every soul I got they always find a way to disappear of my life,or they stay but it will make my life a living hell. And this is when the fun begins I have to deal between the demon or the angel, but it won't be an easy task...

Do I know who I am? Yes.

I'm Jessica Hall and i'm an angel who lives in hell.