My Guardian Angel

A sharp pain stabbed my eyes as a nauseous throb echoed through my head. My hands went straight to my head and I let out a moan. My legs

turned to spaghetti as I tried to get to the bathroom. A repulsive concoction slithered up my throat and the torture began. I tried to hold it back, but

it let out. The retched smell didn't help my head at all. The ground gave away and I could feel myself falling. Just then, I felt an arm around me lift me

up and wisk me to my haven just as it always has.

A cry startled me from my heavenly sleep. I stared up at my bedroom ceiling and listened. "Are you sure my daughter is okay doctor? This is the

third time in a month this has happened! There has to be some way you can help her. Have you scanned her yet? I hope she's okay. I'm so

worried, I…." "Honey, the doctor's tried all he can. All we can do for now is pray and hope she'll be okay." I slowly slid out of my bed and crept to

my bathroom. I stared at the reflection in the mirror. It mimicked my every movement as if taunting me, reminding me of its prevailing trait. It

didn't feel the pain I felt. I fell to the floor and covered my face with my hands. "I keep telling myself it will be okay but I don't believe myself

anymore. Not even the doctors know what's wrong with me." "Maybe that's because there's nothing wrong with you Sakura" said a voice behind

me. I whipped my head back startled. I blushed as I saw his handsome face. It wasn't his dark blue eyes that made me drawn to him nor was it

his luscious chestnut brown hair. It was his beautiful spacious wings of an angel. "W-who are you?" I said stupidly. He reached out his hand and

took mine as he kneeled. "I am your guardian angel." I hit my head on a cabinet as I tried to back away. "My WHAT?!?" "Sakura, the doctor

coming up to see you" said my dad from downstairs. I looked at the door, the angel, and then myself. "Oh shoot, I have to hide you." I hastily

pushed him towards my closet. "W-wait Sakura, you don't need to--" I closed the closet just in time as the door opened. "My my, what do we

have here.