Guardian Angel
Anna was never special. Nor did she ever claim to be. She was just a regular 24-year-old New York waitress trying to live her life.
Her big brother, Rick, had died during the war in Iraq. Protecting his country.
Anna visited his grave every Sunday. Her parent's and grandparent's grave was next to his. They had died in a car crash. Her grandparents of old age.
Rick had been her only family.
She didn't have any friends. Anna wasn't really a people person.
When Anna would visit her family's graves, she would bring flowers. And also she would talk to the graves for hours on end.
Guarding the graves, was the statue of a weeping angel. Anna would sometimes talk to him too. She would swear sometimes that it was alive. It never bothered her, so she never bothered it.
After sometime, Anna decided it needed a name. "I'll call you Guardian." She declared one Sunday. "Calling you 'You' is getting boring."
They tolerated each others existance. Anna grew a bit fond of the statue.
One Sunday, she fell asleep between Rick's and her mother's grave.
When she was about to open her eyes, she got the inking feeling someone was watching her.
Very suddenly, someone or something, Anna didn't know at the time, moved a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.
Anna shot awake and grabbed the supposed culprit's wrist. Instead, she grabbed stone.
Guardian was standing over her, one arm outstretched and clearly not weeping as he usually was.
Neverless, he was frozen and Anna was freaked out.
She looked at the statue for a bit, but then came to the conclusion he couldn't move with her looking. And then, Anna blinked.
When she opened her eyes, Guardian had moved again. He wasn't reaching out and he looked a bit hopeful.
Anna closed her eyes slowly and reached her hand out. Instead of stone, her hands found a person's wrist. Then, her other hand found Guardian's face. She gasped. She didn't feel stone. She feelt fleash. Human fleash.
After that, Anna came to the graveyard more often. She and Guardian had fell in love.
Her grandmother had once told her that weeping angels were evil and not to be 'trifled' with. Whatever that ment.
But if it weren't for this angel, Anna wouldn't be alive. Anna didn't know that though.
Once, when she was leaving the graveyard, she could have sworn she had seen a young redheaded that looked exactly like Grandmother Amy. And also a man who looked like Grampa Rory.
Oh well, she guess she'll never know those people. Never saw them again.
And she never knew Guardian's secret. He's the one who killed them.
AN: Ooooh! Like the dramatic ending? Nice huh? Been meaning to post this for a while.
Alos, if you're a reader who's decided to read some of my stories just because I'm not updating another, Melting a Frosty Heart Chapter 6 is coming soon! Probably tommorow.
K. Bye for now!
-Slightly Crazy Author
