~Snow's Guardian Angel POV~
"Shhhhh. Itll be okay, Snow."
My soft angel-like voice said.
"Where am I? Who are you? Am I dead?" Snow asked.
"My dear, you, well your spirit, are/is in heaven, I am your
Guardian Angel. And no, you are just in a coma." I said smoothly.
"Oh... Whats your name?" Snow asked slightly confused.
"Samuelle." I replied.
"Cute face and name." She said perkily.
I blushed.
All of a sudden a huge crash came threw the window.
"WHAT WAS THAT!!!???" Snow yelled.
"I dont know, deary." I whispered.
My wings came out and Snow
lightly brushed her fingers along the tips.
"Such lovely wings, Samuelle." She said and smiled.
"No time for compliments." I said annoyed.
"So I see my little friend is here." A voice said.
"Go away, death." I growled.
"Why should I go?" Death growled back.
Me, standing 6'0, 168.
Death, standing 6'8, 180 pounds.
"Because I said so."
"I take it you want to die?" He said.
"Goodbye Snow, be careful in this world,
its full of demons that
want to kill you."I whispered.
Then The Grim Reaper slit my throat.
Blood coming out like
a water fall.
My eyes rolled
back into my head.
I was officially dead.
YOU ARE READING
Voices Of The Soul
Teen Fiction"I hear voices." She said. He looked at her. "I swear Im not crazy, they talk through my veins and brain." She whispered and held a knife to her wrist. "I dont believe you." He said. "Then watch." She said with a wicked grin on her face and slid the...
