She sits up high surrounded by the sun,
One million branches and she loves everyone
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Angel's P.O.V.
7 years ago...
I slowly walked down the old dark wooden stairs that led to the basement, my body shaking and heart about to explode. I heard more movement in the usually empty basement and as I was approaching the end of the stairs I heard a gun going off and something or someone falling on the cold ground.
I stopped in fear of what the mysterious thing could be. As a 10 year old I should probably call the police or an ambulance seeing as someone could be hurt, but I didn't, because I grew up in peace, loving the bright colors and gorgeous flowers like most girls, never needing to know about accidents or death, because in my family nobody has died when I was young. I grew up not ever needing to call the police or the hospital for anything, not knowing the term 'bad', not seeing the real world for what it is. I'd never experienced pain or hurt, my parents always took good care of me and they wouldn't let me go near anything dangerous, they'd always tell me nice things and wouldn't let me make friends that might be mean at all. They even home schooled me so they could always keep an eye on me and I was thankful for that, I always felt like they did everything to protect me and I love that. But, never being near anything that includes blood, not even seeing blood, attacks or wounds in a movie, made the shotgun sound unfamiliar and strange, the blood slowly appearing in front of the stairs unknown by me and they both made me curious, so I slowly walked down the remaining stairs, skipping the last 3, making me step in the blood, only to find a view I thought I'd never see in my life, a view which brought to feelings I thought I'd never have, tears in my eyes and my body beginning to tremble again from the overwhelming moment.
On the floor was my mom with the gun in her right hand and blood pouring out of her head, eyes closed and tear stains down both of her red lovely cheeks. Her once full of life and love body was empty, soulless, dull.
"M-Mommy?" I chocked out through sobs while getting closer to her, hoping all of this was just a stupid insignificant nightmare.
I took her ice-cold hand in my own burning one and held it so tight I probably broke her wrist but her wrist was not important now, her heart was. I slowly moved near her and laid on the floor, in-between her and the wall, my back pressed against her's, not feeling any movement, breath or heartbeat, rivers of salty tears falling down my face, not stopping for a second.
"It's okay mommy, if you wanna sleep I'm just going to sleep next to you until you wake up. Goodnight..." I whispered to my mom's body.
"ANGEL WHE- Oh God! Marie!" I heard my dad scream, but I didn't care. Now I was near my mom, sleeping with her.
The last things I heard before I slowly drifted to sleep near my mother were my dad talking and screaming at someone over the phone and some movement in the other corner of the small basement and I saw a thin fading shadow standing there, smirking and looking at me with soulless eyes, making me instantly fall asleep drowning in my own tears...
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Soulless eyes.
Random"You used to be so happy, so cheerful and positive. You used to be the reason eveybody's hopes were still there. I miss that old Angel. Where is she? What have you done with her?" he asked with tears in his eyes and pain in his voice. "Scott, she ne...
