Ask and Dare the Sanses!!! (And Me- )

Not an ask or dare chapter.

If anybody would listen against the busy street, they would hear crying, and against all of the bright lights, anyone could faintly see a girl, no older than 8. She was crouching in the dark corner of a little break in the wall, the halo of hers floating above her head by 7 or 8 inches. It was casting a dim glow on the dumpster, which was exceedingly smelly to her young nose.

If anyone would pay attention to her, they would notice the absence of the thing all angels have.

Wings.

And the amount of discomfort she was in at that moment.

She couldn't move, though, people could catch her sitting there and bring her to her parents. She never wanted to even hear their names again, after what they did.

If anyone would have noticed the little girl, then maybe she could have been saved, cared for.

But no one would care. No one would save her.

Even she knew that she was taught that even before she could walk, something that was engraved in her mind just like how humans are taught.

The small girl was shivering, head in her lap, muffling her cries that echoed slightly against the walls, which were caving in on her, like people ready to attack.

People were walking past, someone running by and yelling some gibberish, and no one even paid attention to the small girl. Like anyone would, in this world.

Her small head looked up, one light blue eye shining brightly against the dark brick of the buildings next to her. The other side of her face not lit by the glow of the halo and the eye was dark, and anyone could faintly see that there was blood running down from a long gash.

The long gash was covering her other eye, caused by someone she didn't even want to think about anymore.

She just wanted to forget everything that happened to her, even though this was practically impossible. Nothing that could ever happen to her would make her forget...

Another wave of tears filled her eye as she looked down, seeing the last thing that brought light into this dark world of angels and demons, humans and monsters.

It was a pin, handcrafted by someone that she didn't even know, and she was absolutely amazed by it. The circular metal thing was white, and on the left side, was a black crescent moon, something humans see every 30 days or so. That was the last thing she could rely on, even though it was inanimate and couldn't even move or speak. Like a good luck charm, which everyone has but only really powerful angels have and give away.

She didn't want to think about where she learned about that moon thing, where it happened. She didn't want to think of the teachers, who thought of her like trash. She didn't want to think at all anymore, every thought consumed by darkness and tragedy, something that should not have entered her young brain, not even an angel mind at all.

She looked at the shadows the rushing people made on the cold concrete with blank eyes, seeing silhouettes of halo's and huge wings, which made her hands turn into fists.

It wasn't fair. They had happy lives, just like her, but why was she chosen to get the thing that told everyone she was an angel chopped off, and the people causing it laughing with their friends, happy, while she was here. Familyless, friendless...

Mercy was very unmerciful today. Or was Fate having something under its sleeve? Was something... designed for her? This made her sigh quietly, hoping that no one would hear this.

She just wanted to sleep, for a very long time, but even she knew, at the age of barely 9, that it would be consumed by shadows, wings, her dearest parents, and so many things that she never wanted to happen like she was living in the depths of hell.