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The Crimson Hat

The Crimson Hat

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Paranormal
As I looked in the mirror I didn't see myself. I saw a person buried in identities. "You're an angel." "You're a monster." "People trust you." "Such a manipulative person." People today look at pictures, awards, report cards, family members, and much more when they want to define themselves. Me? I have the ashes of past assignments in fireplaces. A trail of blood left behind by me. The people who see me as the greatest assassin, and the people who don't realize that in another identity, I am what they hate. All I remember are kind eyes that are filled with sadness. Until then I did not remember anything. Could they be the eyes of the one person who could actually make me feel something?
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I knew there was always something special about me. I knew I was different from all the other girls. I could feel things before they actually happened, hear things nobody else could. I wasn't normal, there was just something there. In no way though, had I expected to be told that not, was I only half human, but 50% angel, and not an angel of heaven. A fallen angel, damned, yet given a second chance to make things right, to be rescued before taking the wrong turn in my life that shamed me from my existence in heaven. Only problem, someone wants me to stay damned, to never become the angel I was meant to be. They'll stop at nothing to kill me, plus I have no clue what exactly I'm fighting against and on top of it all I am nothing without my locket. My locket is my true source of power, it's what kept me alive that terrible night.

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