Tears roll down my cheeks as I look down at you from your roof, your body is twisted in strange angles. I sob uncontrollably, "I'm so sorry" I say between sobs, and gasps for air. I look down at your body again, my throat hurts, my chest feels heavy and I can barely breathe.
The tears flow freely from my eyes, I encircle myself tightly with my wings, sobbing and moaning loudly, "how could I have" I say into my arms. I start to shiver slightly, I cover my head more and tighten my wings.
I start thinking about you, about that day that I first met you, we had so much fun, I never forgot about it, not one second of it, even as I lay their bleeding to death, you crying over me. I remember that day that I became your guardian angel, how happy I was, "now I get to be with you" I kept saying, I would lay in bed next to you as you read, I would kiss you goodnight and cause that one kid to stop messing with you. I would laugh at your jokes and cry with you, but soon that wasn't enough, I couldn't hug you. When I would tell you how much I love you, you never heard me. I couldn't tell you that I was right there, when you would cry at the site or mention of me. I could never buy you that new guitar you spent month saving for to find out it was sold out.
I would cry for hours over the fact of how cruel he was at making me your angle, why did I deserve this, I didn't do anything wrong. I loved him, is that such a bad thing, why should I be punished like this, just because I love him. My throat hurts again, but I force myself to swallow it away. I wipe my eyes and look down at you again, your once handsome face screwed up in pain, your body riddled in glass, a huge peace sticking out of your stomach, stained red with your blood. I see the paramedics coming, your mom runs out of the house, dropping to her knees and hugging your body, your dad walks out slowly and peels your mom off you, soothing her as she sobbed into your dad's shoulder.
I wiped some fresh tears away, turning toward the dark figure standing behind me, he grins evilly, handing out a dagger and paper. I take them, looking up at the darkening clouds. I press the dagger to my skin. I don't have to put much pressure to put a small slice, enough to let the blood drip on the paper. Almost instantly, my white wings start turning black, my eyes turn from a dark brown to bright red. The figure laughs snatching the paper and dagger from my hands.
Grabbing my shoulders he spins me around facing you, you suddenly gasp for air, a paramedic pins you down and slowly pulls the glass from you stomach another patches you up, after you gain you senses, you look over at me, my eyes widen, I take a step toward you but the figure blocks me. You reach a weak hand up to me, I reach my hand out to you. A paramedic injects you with something, your eyes glaze out hand, your hand falling limp.
"No!!!" I cry, I try to push myself out of his reach, he grabs my arms, spinning me around. He laughs "come princess" he said mockingly, lets go to your new kingdom. Helpless, I turn toward your limp body, a single tear runs down my cheek as I dissolve to wear ever the figure is taking me.
The tear, soulless now, turns to ice before it hit the ground, where it never melts. It lays there till the day you come back to the exact spot the beautiful angle was standing. The crystal that you wear around your neck as you hunt me down, the tear of your guardian angle.
The tears flow freely from my eyes, I encircle myself tightly with my wings, sobbing and moaning loudly, "how could I have" I say into my arms. I start to shiver slightly, I cover my head more and tighten my wings.
I start thinking about you, about that day that I first met you, we had so much fun, I never forgot about it, not one second of it, even as I lay their bleeding to death, you crying over me. I remember that day that I became your guardian angel, how happy I was, "now I get to be with you" I kept saying, I would lay in bed next to you as you read, I would kiss you goodnight and cause that one kid to stop messing with you. I would laugh at your jokes and cry with you, but soon that wasn't enough, I couldn't hug you. When I would tell you how much I love you, you never heard me. I couldn't tell you that I was right there, when you would cry at the site or mention of me. I could never buy you that new guitar you spent month saving for to find out it was sold out.
I would cry for hours over the fact of how cruel he was at making me your angle, why did I deserve this, I didn't do anything wrong. I loved him, is that such a bad thing, why should I be punished like this, just because I love him. My throat hurts again, but I force myself to swallow it away. I wipe my eyes and look down at you again, your once handsome face screwed up in pain, your body riddled in glass, a huge peace sticking out of your stomach, stained red with your blood. I see the paramedics coming, your mom runs out of the house, dropping to her knees and hugging your body, your dad walks out slowly and peels your mom off you, soothing her as she sobbed into your dad's shoulder.
I wiped some fresh tears away, turning toward the dark figure standing behind me, he grins evilly, handing out a dagger and paper. I take them, looking up at the darkening clouds. I press the dagger to my skin. I don't have to put much pressure to put a small slice, enough to let the blood drip on the paper. Almost instantly, my white wings start turning black, my eyes turn from a dark brown to bright red. The figure laughs snatching the paper and dagger from my hands.
Grabbing my shoulders he spins me around facing you, you suddenly gasp for air, a paramedic pins you down and slowly pulls the glass from you stomach another patches you up, after you gain you senses, you look over at me, my eyes widen, I take a step toward you but the figure blocks me. You reach a weak hand up to me, I reach my hand out to you. A paramedic injects you with something, your eyes glaze out hand, your hand falling limp.
"No!!!" I cry, I try to push myself out of his reach, he grabs my arms, spinning me around. He laughs "come princess" he said mockingly, lets go to your new kingdom. Helpless, I turn toward your limp body, a single tear runs down my cheek as I dissolve to wear ever the figure is taking me.
The tear, soulless now, turns to ice before it hit the ground, where it never melts. It lays there till the day you come back to the exact spot the beautiful angle was standing. The crystal that you wear around your neck as you hunt me down, the tear of your guardian angle.
