Wishing I Could Save Myself from a Life I Despise: My Shadowed Life Series

Chapter 11: Willing to Take the Risk

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A big secret is revealed in this part.

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Chapter 11: Willing to Take the Risk

When I cry no one cares. My tears fall freely, yet go unnoticed. When I cry there is no one to comfort me. I am alone, trapped in a black hole of misery. There is no one to help me, no one to release me from my pain. No one that cares enough to just reach out a comforting hand and raise me, ever so slightly, out of the darkness that covers my life. I am alone, utterly alone.

The only one left who cared is dead because of me. I love you Tristan and I am so sorry.

The darkness was frightening and I longed to be in the light. Tristan was gone, my mom was gone. I had no one left, no one who cared and no one who could help me. I was afraid of being in the dark, bad things happened there. I wished for the warmth and bright light of Heaven, the only place I longed to be in the last two years.

I felt the bright light seeping into my eyes. It took a lot of work, but they finally fluttered. I don’t know how long I tried to open them, but it was extremely hard. I heard voices and felt a calming presence. Maybe I had made it to heaven after all. The voices were but a whisper. I could barely make out what they said.

“This is ridiculous. She almost died, again.” The voice said. I recognized the velvety tone as that of the second man from my dream a week ago, the night I unsuccessfully tried to kill myself.

“You don’t think I know that? I was the one to assess her injuries.” The other smooth voice called out. It was familiar as well, the first voice from that night last week. Was I dreaming about heaven again? They really shouldn’t fight so close to God. He may get angry and take vengeance on them.

“I can’t continue to go through this. We have to step in now. This has gone on way too long.” The second voice seemed annoyed, yet upset at the same time.

“I understand how upsetting it is to you, but…” The first voice sympathized but was cut off by the second one.

“You have no idea how it feels… to watch her hurt herself, to watch them harm her and not be able to do a damn thing! It kills me. So don’t tell me you understand, because you don’t.” His voice was heavy with anger and agony.

Who were they so concerned about? Why did he care so much? Why was he so angry? What kind of place is heaven anyway?

“I’m sorry. Of course I don’t understand how it feels. But I don’t think this is the best time. I’m concerned, that if she finds out the truth it will push her away.” The first, angelic voice stated with worry. Is it always so dramatic here? You would think heaven was all puppy dogs and rainbows, but guess not.

“I’m willing to take the risk, and I have much more to lose than you do.” A desperate, faint accent implored the first one. What was so important that these two angels were fighting so adamantly?

Just then, the light brightened from the other side of my eyelids and they fluttered once more in response. I guess it’s time to open my eyes and meet my angels and my maker. But I was surprised, when I fought my heavy eyelids and opened them, to see two very familiar faces.

Two faces that told me I was not in heaven, but hell. Two faces that told me there was a lot of explaining to do. Two faces that held very similar eyes.

What the hell is going on here?

“Maxim… Gabe… what happened?” My voice croaked out softly. My eyes fell into those deep blue and silver flecked pools of mystery Max and were held there, captivated by his endearing stare.