My Angel is Gone

6

I wake up and I am not where I was before. I blinked. Last I remember I was on the street. Now where am I?

I was in my mom's house. In my bed. I had an ice pack on my head. I tried to move, but something was hurting. I groaned. Ma noticed.

"Oh, Randy! You are awake!" She said while she walked over to me.

"What time is it?" I said groggily. She looked at her phone.

"It is....12 o'clock midnight. You were running a terrible fever. The police saw you in the street. Why didn't you have your glasses on?" I shrugged. Then I remembered. I sat up.

"M....my angel is gone." Mom stared.

"Oh my....that is what the police said you were saying. Maybe you should lie back down..."

"NO, MOM! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? MY ANGEL IS GONE! MY ANGEL IS GONE!" Mom was looking pale.

"Randy, let's go somewhere. I think we need to...talk." I stared at her. I cooled down, and nodded.

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I was not happy about where we went. Mom thought I was coo-coo, so she brought me to the hospital. And by talk, she meant talk...with the doctor. And the police.

"Son, what did you mean by, 'My angel is gone?' Does that mean something to you?" I stared at him.

"Yes. It means more than life or death itself. It means that my angel is gone. My real angel that came to me back in kindergarten. My angel is gone, sir. My angel is gone."