Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 40- A long awaited talk

Cassie stared out the window, trying to calm her racing mind by just focusing on the soft movement of the trees. She didn't want to think right now, because she knew she would be overwhelmed, so instead she took some deep breaths.

Jace was outside still discussing everything that was happening with the group outside. He was handling it perfectly, and she was proud of him. She wanted to be there helping, but she needed a second.

She heard the door open and flicked her head. The woman stood there, the angel. Her bright red hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore baggy jeans and a shirt that was just a bit too big for her. She didn't look like an angel at all, but Cassie had never seen one so she couldn't really judge.

Milly stood next to her, not looking at all like the kind and jolly mother she was. "She asked to speak to you," Milly told Cassie. "I'm here to make sure she doesn't try anything."

Cassie nodded softly. "But. . . can we speak alone. She won't try anything I'm sure."

Millie looked at her with lips pressed together before softly nodding.

Zara (that was her name right?) stepped forward slowly. "Hello."

Cassie pressed her lips together and formed a smile. "Hi."

They stared at each for a few seconds before Zara spoke. "I used to think about how this day would go, what I would say to you. Of course, I never actually thought it would happen."

"So, you're really an angel? They exist?"

Zara nodded slowly.

Cassie bit her lip. "Does that mean there is a god? Does that mean there is a heaven? Is- is there a place we get to be with everyone we've lost?"

Zara sighed and stepped even closer, before slowly taking a seat next to Cassie. "I don't believe god exists in your perception of 'him', but I don't know for certain. There isn't really a heaven in your idea, there is a underworld where souls who are deemed to need saving are processed. There is something else where people go after, but they can also get sent back to earth I'm pretty sure. I don't know if you can see your family again, though."

Cassie blinked back the tears. "Yeah, I figured there wasn't really a place like the books said. I never thought I would know anything of course. Never actually thought I would meet an angel." She stared into Zara's blue eyes, and she didn't feel scared or unnerved by her. "So, you were my guardian angel? You, watched over me?"

"Yes."

"That's pretty crazy."

Zara laughed. "Yeah. I think its crazy that I'm talking to you. I never thought I'd get to."

Cassie tilted her head. "I have a lotta questions. Did you like . . . watch everything I did?"

Zara opened her mouth a few times before slowly nodding. Cassie let out a groan and buried her hands in her head. She could feel her cheeks flushing with heat as her mind was overwhelmed with everything that she had ever done.

"It's okay," Zara quickly assured her. "Angels don't notice or care or anything like that. Also, I would never say anything of course. I was mainly focused upon helping and keeping you alive."

Cassie peeked out from her hands. "What did you do to my life? What did you change?" Cassie was overwhelmed by the sudden realisation that maybe she hadn't been as strong as she'd always thought. Sure, Zara had said something before about how Cassie herself had done it, but how could she ever be certain?

And just like that she was being crushed.

She felt the air rush through her lips as she gasped, her heart racing and hands shaking. She wasn't in the room anymore and she was standing in a dark room, full of junkies.

She hadn't had a panic attack in years.

Cassie had been so proud of herself. She had pulled herself out from all that, and she had always thought she did it. But it hadn't been her. Zara had done it. A unseen, unknown little guide that had controlled her and made her better. Cassie was weak. She was weak and crying and couldn't breathe.

"Hey, it's alright. Hey, remember your mum? Remember the song she would sing to you when you had bad dreams, that you thought was so good. She told you that she'd written it, and you got in trouble for saying the Imagine was written by your mother, and not John Lennon."

Cassie felt herself latch onto that memory. It had been something she called on when she had these attacks, and she could feel it working. She saw her mother and heard her laugh, the soft voice and how amazed she'd been at the lyrics. She felt herself pulled back slowly, but surely until she was staring at Zara's face.

"H-how did you know that?" Cassie whispered.

Zara offered her a small smile. "I went to every therapy session with you, I always there to hold your hand."

Cassie stared at Zara. The woman who knew everything about Cassie, and Cassie knew nothing about her. "Did I save myself, or did you?"

"Some people might say that it was me, but they're wrong. You were given a destiny of lies, and they wanted someone to force you into that. I just . . . I stopped the voice whispering in your ear to do bad things. I just supported you Cassie. I just helped you see how amazing you were. I didn't make you call your dad; I didn't make you go back to school and I didn't make you apply for university. You did that, you did everything that got you to be the person you are now."

Cassie stared at Zara and slowly nodded. "Thankyou. Thankyou for everything you've done for me."

Zara slowly opened her arms and wrapped them tentatively around Cassie. "You are a good person Cassie, with a good soul, and the best human I've ever seen."