Halo-Born

Chapter 18

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 I made it back home safely at my place. Brooke brought me to the door of my place to explain to my father that I just decided to stay at their place later. My dad was still cross about it. He didn't like how I was spending my time with other people instead of them. My cheeks and eyes were still red. Throughout the whole trip I've been intermittently crying my eyes out. Now everyone was staring at me. With their stares, my tears started to come.

Aria and Johnny stepped forward. Aria had a look of disgust. Johnny, an apologetic smile. I shook my head and raced up to my room. Quickly, I shut it and locked it behind me. There were a dozen knocks on my door, and I just wanted to get away from it all. Aria was going to yell at me. Johnny was going to give me some thoughtful speech to me.

I jumped on my bed and yelled at them to go away. They needed to leave me alone. Hope was lying on my bed next to me, her head face-down in a pillow. She was yelling at them too. It had to be some way to apologize for dragging me home. For ruining my friendship with Vince. I know how much my sister meant to me, but now that she was a ghost I couldn't stand her. I wasn't really annoyed; I was jealous.

She was free. She was free to anything. She wasn't taken by the angels. As a spirit, she could bring herself anywhere. She could walk through walls, levitate things, and read my mind. Me? I was condemned to fighting for my life and running away. I couldn't do special. Actually I was a weirdo. I moved a tree with words. I had wings. I was the daughter of an angel.

My sister was born normal. No. She was born perfect. It was a lie—perfection. There was a such thing as perfection. It wasn't of the mind anymore because perfection was lying beside me. My sister was everything. She was the person everyone loved. She was the person everyone knew they could trust. When she died, everything changed. For me. For her. I became caged, and she became free.

I stopped yelling and crying when the knocks stopped. Dad was probably finding something to open the door. I just wanted to be alone right now. Alone in my own air. In my own skin. I didn't want Hope with me now. I didn't want her around me. She was making me envy her. Really, she had life, and I was dead.

There was knocking at the door again. This time it was dad getting me to open the door. I didn't want to answer. I got off my bed and climbed out of my window and onto the roof of my house. I just sat out there, watching the moon. Hope was sitting next to me, looking at me sadly. If she was going to say a word, I'd fly away. She opened her mouth, but my door flew open. My dad didn't look mad. He just looked...sad.

He came up to my window, and I dared not move. I closed my eyes and hoped he wouldn't scold me. The window opened and he whispered, “Faith. Why are you crying?”

“Leave me alone Steve,” I mumbled.

Hope flashed me a look. I ignored her and waited for a response. Nothing for a while. Then Hope talked, “Why did you call him that Faith?”

Okay. I was so ready to fly. “Because,” I said standing up. “He isn't my dad.”

Steve look confused, “Who are you talking to Faith?”

I clenched my fists. “Just let me be.”

Hope frowned, “Relax. Breathe.”

I faced Hope and yelled at her, “No! I won't! Don't you get it? I am tired of all of this! I'm tired of pretending. I don't know what to do anymore, and you don't know how to make it any better. You have no idea how I really feel. Vince was my friend. You ruined it. You don't know what would have happened to him if I didn't go with him. Do me a favor, and just leave. I don't want you anymore Hope!”