It Hurt... (When I Fell From Heaven)

Prologue - The Fall

(^ the dress she fell in, minus the flower crown)
(Yael's P.O.V)

Four days ago I found out that I was getting kicked out of Heaven. It really hasn't hit me yet, but tomorrow I'm to be cast down to Earth. My parents are ignoring me, and everyone looks at me with this pitiful gaze. My mother reluctantly explained to me what's going to happen.

"Your going to be wearing a white dress, as a symbol of your purity. The setting will be like a mix between a funeral and a wedding, you'll walk down the aisle, towards the gate that leads to Earth. Your family will sit in the front seats, then cousins, friends, and everyone else will fill the others. This won't be a happy occasion though, there will be no sadness, nor joy. Just a solemn, empty feeling. No words will be spoken, and then Gabriel the Archangel will push you, and you'll fall. You won't remember anything when you hit the ground, Heaven will be a blank memory. You'll know who you are and where you came from, but you won't remember us, or anyone else. You won't be an angel anymore, you'd be a fallen. In human terms, you'd be a fallen angel." She had explained.

I was terrified of falling, and I didn't even know why this was happening. I was angry, but I couldn't tell anybody that, I couldn't show my fury. It wouldn't solve or help anything, in fact it might make my case worse, whatever the case is about.
Currently, I'm looking at the white dress I'm going to be wearing tomorrow. I'm getting cast out in the morning, so I have to say my goodbyes to my friends tonight.
I already said my goodbyes earlier, but my friends have moved on. They said a quick goodbye, probably because they didn't want to associate with a soon-to-be fallen. So here I stand, holding the dress up to my body, looking at the mirror. I can't take anything down with me, so my room is still full of pictures and colors that represent me. The only thing I'm going down with is this dress and myself. I shiver in fear, and put the dress back on the hanger.
There's no way to get myself out of this one..
I sigh.

I hesitantly crawl into bed, and desperately hope that tomorrow doesn't come as I drift off to sleep.

I woke up to my mother shaking me awake.
"It's time to get ready. It's is happening in two hours." She informed, leaving the room as two maids come in.

They stuff me in the dress and apply some makeup to my face. The white dress flows behind me, and it really did seem like a wedding dress. However, this wasn't a wedding, this was my fall.
My feet are kept bare, in Heaven you don't have to worry about shoes, because there's nothing that you can step on that would be painful. I look at the mirror, and I'm surprised by my transformation. I look younger and more innocent. I appear pure and naive, the white dress adding to my ethereal aura. This appearance makes me look more graceful than any other time in my life. It would surprise someone if I told them I was falling from Heaven in this outfit.
I descend down the stairs of the mansion, and glance at my mother and father getting ready. My mother is in a short black dress, and my father is in a black suit. It's like they're going to a funeral, and In some ways they are, they're losing their daughter. My mother looks over at me and sadly smiles. I look at her and slightly smile back, I can't be too mad at them, it's not their fault I'm falling. I guess she is breaking, even after all the cold shoulders she's given me.

"You have 30 minutes until it's time, go tell your sister goodbye." My father ordered.

I nodded and went to my sisters room. I softly knocked on the door.

"Come in." Her soft voice called.

"It's me," I started, opening the door,"It's almost time for.... I came to say goodbye."

She looked at me sadly. She's the only one who truly loved and understood me. She never turned her back on me like mom and dad did, she cried when she heard I was going to fall. She looks like she's going to cry again.