After learning all about the girl that would make my life better, I realized that she was a lot like me. She was orphaned at 3, barely remembering her drug addict parents and how they overdosed on Methamphetamine and Heroin. She kind of looked like me too. Her name was Constance Opal, a name I will cherish forever.
No one else except Constance will see me, I will tell her I'm her guardian angel. I was debriefed on everything there was to do about her. How she would handle the situation, how she wouldn't. So when the day came, it seemed like I was a day late and a dollar short.
She was a short girl, but that didn't stop her from cowering even more. She had a bruise on her face, olive skin covered in black and blue. Red hair that doesn't seem to have been washed in days. She was tiny, frail, and scared and I, as a person who was of motherly persona, wanted to wrap her in my arms and take the beatings for her.
But I knew I couldn't, so I introduced myself." Hi, I'm Anna. I'm your guardian angel." She was crying because she was so thankful.
She kept whispering," Thank you!" over and over again. I didn't disclose my deal with her, because if she did want to leave this world then she should be able to. If she dies, I'll probably just go to hell anyway so what's the point in stopping her. Although, the Helper is sure I'll be able to stop her, we haven't really discussed that part of the deal. However, I'm sure it will all be okay. I trust him. I talked to her for awhile and we had gotten close extremely fast, we became friends or even sisters in minutes. I think that was the Helper's doing though, make me love her like a sister so I'll do anything to get her to be better.
After a few weeks of talking and getting to know each other, even though I know everything about her, we've become extremely close. However, I can tell she's steadily getting worse, I'll have to talk to the Helper. "Helper, I need to speak with you. It's about the deal."
"What do you need pretty lady?" he says in the goofy voice I've come to love. He's like the father I've never had. He's dressed in a dress shirt tucked into khakis. His silvery black hair swept into a style that boys my age would look terrible in. However, it suits him.
"It's about Constance, I fear that she is getting worse. I won't be able to do anything for her if she keeps going on the way she is." I say in a worried voice, I'm scared. Mostly because she is slowly becoming my friend. If I lose her, It will be like Patricia all over again. I'll lose a part of myself along with her.
" Don't worry sweetie I'll make her better, just give me a bit of time. If you change the personality too fast, other people will start to question it too," I trust that he will do the right thing, but I'm just scared for her future. Not my own.
"Okay well I better head to the apartments, it's getting late."
"Okay sweetie. If you need me, you know what to do." With that he disappeared and I along with him, but somewhere different. The apartments. My neighbors are rowdy, but lovable. They treat me like a little sister.
I change my clothes and head for bed. Hoping for Constance to be better and wondering what my new life will be like. Will it be filled with joy and happiness like I've never faced before? Or will it be calm and relaxing, no studying into the late hours into the night? With me knowing everything up until my first year of college, I can skip as many grades as I want. My new parents will come to know that, and hopefully be proud of my accomplishments.
What will their names be? What will they look like? Hell, what will I look like? Will we be picture perfect with no flaws? Whoever I will be, as long as I'm happy, I don't care. I don't care.
