Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.

Hayley's father had died from cancer and her mother has decided to move. When Hayley sees the place she soon relizes that its all surrounded by woods, which to her she thinks is amazing, but then she starts getting this weird feeling that someone is watching her. She goes to her new high school and meets this guy named Drake. He seems to care alot about her and she just doesn't understand why. Hayley starts having these weird dreams about some kind of angel with no face, but soon goes to bed and sees it right in her room, but yet again with no face. Will she ever find out who it really is? Will she ever understand why Drake seems to care so much? Read my story called "Gaurdian Angel" knowing that its not like other stories. ~ForeverWeSaid