If whoever made the picture I used for the cover wants me to take it off, ask and I will.
The first thing I can remember is the facility. A place where every day I was locked in my room, with nothing but a few blankets in the corner to sleep in.
I was there until one day, when the physicians were giving me my weekly shots I saw the weren't paying attention. The physician put the wrong liquid into my shot. I knew that was bad, and I tried to tell him. But I haven't spoken one word in my entire life, so I couldn't.
As he came towards me with it, for the first time in my life I ran from them. It was my policy to let them do what they wanted, and it would be over quicker. But I didn't want that liquid injected into me. I knew it would hurt me so bad, it could kill me.
I ran from everything, and eventually ended up on the roof of the facility. As they cornered me, i tripped and fell of the roof. But as I did, my wings unfurled.
I had never flown, so I just glided a bit. But I glided to fast, and crashed through a window with steel bars. I saw a dark smiling face
"hello my little Angel, have you come set me free?" I herd someone say as I blacked out.
The next thing I remember is waking up in my room with someone else in it. He had blue hair and deep purple eyes. "Thank you for setting me free..." he said to no one in particular. He saw me looking at him. "Can you see me?" He asked, with a weird look on he's face. I nodded my head.
He looked at me and said with a big smile, "you finally woke up, and you can see me!? Yes!!! Thanks for releasing me! I won't leave you until I get you out of your prison to!"
I starred at him. He stared back. I won the staring contest.
He laughed "do you have a name?" He asked me.
I shook my head.
"Well I was sitting in my prison, and all of a sudden this beautiful angel crashed through the wall." He said as he looked at me. "I'll call you Angel, is that alright?" I nodded my head yes. "Great! Nice to meet you Angel!" He said as he floated to the ceiling.
I realized that he was transparent. He saw my confused look "oh yeah, I'm dead. I'm a ghost. I have blue hair and purple eyes! I'm a freak right? Well I don't care! I'm awesome, and I will stay this awesome!" He spoke triumphantly.
I was in awe at this strange newcomer, and as I was staring at him my room door opened. "You, up now." said a cruel voice. I looked up. It was one of the people who took me to get my shots. I didn't like him. He was scary. He didn't seem to notice ghost boy in the corner of the room.
I looked at scary man, then at ghost boy. "Do you want to get up? Or get hurt. There's nothing over there." He said pointing at ghost boy.
Ghost boy smiled sheepishly "well only animals can see ghosts. You have wings.... I guess that counts to." He floated out of the room, past scary man. "I'll be here when you get back!" He left.
I suddenly got a sharp pain in my chest. Scary man had kicked me in the ribs. "UP NOW." he snarled. I painfully stood up, and followed scary man down the cold hallway to the shot room.
We pass many other rooms as we go. I don't like this. I can hear mones of strange and unnatural creatures. I can hear them clawing at their locked doors, wanting to get out and destroy those who put hem there.
I can hear the cries of children screaming for their mothers, but not human mothers. Vampires, werewolves, zombis, Minotaur's, demons of every kind reside in this horrid place. But I am the only one with wings.
I must have been a freak of nature, a one in a million chance, to have come to this life with wings. There is no one like me. I have no family to remember, my earliest memories are of the facility.
"You shocked it to hard! Give me the tazor!" Someone says. I look up to see two dark figures above me. I jump back, and try to scream. But no sound comes out. "Oh no.... Oh god no... YOU FOOL!" one figure slaps the other "ITS MEMORIES ARE GONE, LOOK AT ITS FACE!" I Start to cry, with fear. They are scary. I cower away from them. "HOW CAN WE FIND OUT IF THERE ARE MORE OF THEM IF OUR INTERIGATION SUBJECT HAS NO MEMORIES!" he shoves the tazor through the other figures chest. I am drenched in a warm liquid the first color I ever saw. Red.
I hold on to this memoire, in hopes that one day it will be a clue to my past. A past I've never known.
Yay first chapter done! I make up tons of stories in my head, but few of them get onto paper. I like typing them on a mobile device, because I'm the worst computer keyboard typer in existence, and I'm the only one that can read my own writing. I suck.... But tell me if you like my story, if anyone reads it at all! The other two major characters come in later, but they're just as good as Angel and Ghost boy (yes ghost boy has a name, but since angel hasn't asked him what it is yet, you don't know)
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Lost Angels Wish
Short Storythis girl has never seen the sun. she's never been outside. she doesn't have a name. she doesn't even realize there is an outside, until she meets Calcifer. A ghost, who's been locked in a prison cell for decades. he gives her the name 'Angel'. he k...
