To my bestfriend, xxxstrawberriexxx,

This is for her birthday:))

She hates pink, people who messes with her stuff, and says bad words ALL THE TIME.

The main character is based on you.

Happy birthday!

Author's Note: Before you read this, this story is...

- unoriginal

-stupid(duh)

-probably won't get updated much.

-is not a religious type of story.

~Since you talk about demons so much, and also hell, I decided to make a story based on that. Also, the characters are based on real life people, though of course I didn't use their real name. I don't know if you'll like this story, so I decided to make shorter chapters. But all in all, for me...This story is for you.

Disclaimer: Not my plot/characters.

"We angels are misconceived in the human world. People perceive us as kindly and bountiful; when, in truth, we are about as fluffy, as gentle, as yielding, as rattlesnakes."

1

Today was not necessarily one of my "best days ever". Fine, today was the WORST.

I woke up feeling tired and sore from staying up late last night. I cursed myself. It's not my fault I got caught up with my reading. I usually stay up late reading my favorite books, which mostly consists of romantic novels. My parents never bother me while reading, which is very smart of them.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to get the sleep off my brain. Stretching my neck, I turned my head towards the clock hanging above the windowsill.

7:30. Great, I'm fucking late for school. I was never late for school, now my record's broken.

I tore off the sheets from my body and dragged myself towards the bathroom. I probably won't eat breakfast today, which means I'll have to eat at school. Taking a bath only takes ten minutes for me, so I immediately turned on the shower and tried to remember the stuff I need for school. I might be lazy, but I do pass all my homework on time.

AI quickly grabbed a towel and walked towards the cabinet. Opening the door, I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes. When I focused on the clothes inside the dresser, my eyes widened in horror.

I grabbed one of my favorite shirts, holding it in my shaking hands. PINK! My shirt is freaking pink! Last time I checked, my dresser was free of any pink clothing. Someone somehow snuck into my room, and dyed all my clothes pink. Whoever did this, I swear I am going to freaking cut their heads off!

I stormed out the door, holding the ruined shirt in my other hand.

"Dad! Some morons decided to commit suicide by dying my clothes pink!" I screamed down the hallway.

I hear my dad sigh. "Please just get ready for school, I'll deal with your brothers later, okay?" he replied.

I growled. I'm already late and I don't have time to waste screaming in frustration. So, very reluctantly, I put on the pink shirt, and wore my blue jacket to cover it up. Hopefully I get to forget the day that I was actually wearing pink clothing. Ugh.

I walked down the hallway into the kitchen. My mom has already left for work, leaving my dad sitting on the sofa. I grabbed a chair and sat down, grabbing a quick drink before leaving. My phone started ringing after I poured a glass of milk in my cup.

Luke: Ha! Beat you to school! Seems like Little Miss Perfect's not so perfect after allJ))

I rolled my eyes. My bestfriend can be ridiculous sometimes. I quickly typed a reply.

Shut up, you airhead. I'll be there in a few minutes. And get me some food, I didn't have breakfast.

I swung my black back over my shoulders and walked towards the living room.

"Late?'" my dad asked. I groaned.

"Very. I just missed first period. Seriously, you didn't wake me up?" I demanded.

He just shrugged. "You sleep like the dead, impossible to wake up." He teased.

"Aaargh! I'm going to school now, and it's not my fault if you received a warning letter from school regarding my tardiness." I walked towards the door. Just as my foot reached the cement outside, I heard a clutter of footsteps running down the hallway.

"Hey Annabeth! How do you like wearing pink!?" a young voice that probably came from my brothers called out. I could almost hear my dad asking how did I suddenly liked pink. Those idiots.

Groaning, I slammed the door shut.

~~O~O~O~~

Walking to school, I did my best to cover up the shirt under my jacket. I tied my hair back in a ponytail, something that I do almost in instinct. The large, white building of my school appeared before me. I walked faster, past the guard and unto my classroom on the third floor.

Fortunately, our teacher was late, or else I will die of embarrassment with all these people looking at me like I'm a freak alien. I spotted my seat, next to my bestfriend who was grinning triumphantly. I could almost imagine how long he will be teasing me for being late. Probably 'till the end of the school year.

Luke and I has been bestfriends since preschool, and we pretty much know everything about each other. Most people sometimes mistake us as siblings. I wouldn't blame them. We both have blonde hair and tanned skin. The only difference is Luke always gets in trouble. I don't.

"So..." he began.

"Don't even think about it." I snapped.

He looked at me innocently. "What? I was just going to ask you if you have an assignment for math." He said.

I rolled my eyes,"Obviously, I had it done the second after our teacher wrote the problem on board."

"Good, 'cause I need to copy yours. I forgot to do it." He replied.

I sighed. "Seriously?" I reached into my bag and pulled out the crumpled sheets of my assignment and handed it to Luke. He took it and grinned.

"So, where's my food?" I nudged him. He raised his eyebrows.

"Your food?" he said.

"You know, the food our mom prepared for us?" I smiled innocently.

"I don't remember my mom preparing food for a sister, in fact, I don't even have sisters." He said.

"Fuck, just give me your food." I ordered. Luke reluctantly handed a bag of chocolate cookies to me. I grinned as I stuffed them into my mouth hungrily. A few cookies after, the teacher entered our classroom, holding a stack of papers.

"Okay, we're gonna be studying our new lesson in math today." Everyone groaned, but not me. I was excited. "But first please pass your assignments in front."

The teacher immediately started talking about math stuff, and of course I paid attention. After talking for a while, our teacher gave us several exercises to answer. I grabbed my book and flipped through the pages.

"So, how are we gonna get this done?" Luke poked my shoulder.

"We?" I said.

He grinned. "Yup, and answer fast okay? I really want to get this done immediately." He smirked.

"I'm not going to tell you the answer until you show some effort!" I shoved the book at him. He groaned.

"Shit, how am I going to answer all this?" he whined.

"Oh, I know. You place your pen on the middle of the page right there. Then you use your telekinesis to move it, and there! The answers just fucking appear on your paper." I said sarcastically.

"Very funny, Wise girl." He said. I punched him on the arm. "Ow! Okay! I'm working, no need to be such an ass." He started writing his solution. I rarely help him on seatworks. Mostly, I just let him copy off my work, but I guess I'm feeling helpful today, so I decided to give him a hand.

"Here, you have to write..." I gave him several instructions, and he tried to follow them. Thank God, after several hours of swearing, threatening, blackmailing, and attempted homicide, Luke finally got it. Well, I think he did, but at least he was able to finish.

"Finally!" he slammed his paper on his desk. "I thought my brain was gonna rot from taking all that harmful information." He scratched his head. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." I smiled at him. Okay, my bestfriend might be a complete and total moron, but I must admit, I love him like a brother.

Out of nowhere, our teacher suddenly called out. "Hey! Please turn your cellphone off." she snapped.

I turned my head, looking for the person who was using the cellphone. I frowned. All of the students were looking at me.

"Ms. Chase! Please turn off that phone right now or I'll have it confiscated." she glared at me.

"Me?" I said, confused. "I'm not using a cellphone." I protested.

"Lying will only give you more trouble. Surrender that phone now or I'll give you detention!" Our teacher is getting impatient.

I frowned, angry. "But I do not have a freaking cellphone!" I yelled.

"Don't you dare use that tone on me!" Our teacher yelled back.

"Annabeth! Just give her your cellphone!" Luke grabbed my arm. What the fuck? I do have a cellphone, but obviously I am not using it right now!

"Luke! What the hell are you talking about?" I asked him. He pointed at my hands. I looked at them.

An eerie light, the same light you could see from a normal phone, were glowing from my hands. The light was faint, but it was getting brighter by the minute, as if the phone I was holding is charging.

But it wasn't charging.

Because I really wasn't holding a phone.

The light came from my hands. My hands are glowing.

"Give me that cellphone right now Ms. Chase or..." My teacher yelled at me, but I didn't pay her attention. Probably because I was too shocked seeing my hands lit up.

"But...but..." I stammered, but I can't think of anything else to say. My vision was getting cloudy, and all of a sudden, all I could see was the light coming from my hands, and there was a loud ringing in my ears.

"Annabeth, what's going on?" he shook my shoulders. I managed to look at him, my mouth forming the shape of an O.

"I..I...I wasn't holding a cellphone..." my voice was incredibly shaking.

I raised my hands into my face, showing him, everyone, the nonexistent phone.

The last thing I saw was their huge eyes and shocked expressions as the light engulfed everything.

~~O~O~O~~

Beep...Beep...Beep...

I opened my eyes to a bright light. I groaned. Not again. I rubbed my eyes, trying to decipher all that has happened.

My hands glow.

I was just dreaming, right?

A shadow in the shape of a hand crept above my head, then pulled the light away, revealing the medium-sized white room I was resting in. I blinked, trying to readjust my eyes. A man in a long, white coat was holding a clipboard and looked at me skeptically.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice was deep, which echoed across the room, and he has black hair with even darker eyes. His skin was albino white and firm lines were etched across his face, as if his skin was stretched into his bones. Doctors gives me the creeps.

"I feel fine." I say, not really sure if I am okay. At least my voice sounded right, but my whole body feels like mashed potatoes.

"You're all out of energy." The doctor said as if reading my mind. "You won't be able to leave this place for a while." The way he said a while, it feels like it was the way he would say forever.

I nodded, weirded out. Energy? What an idiot. What about my bones, or skin, or any other injuries!? Did the intense light completely burned my brain that all this is just my fucking imagination? I must be going crazy.

Before I could say anything, he turned and left, leaving me in my thoughts. For a second there, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his wrist, though I couldn't make it out. I have never seen doctors with tattoos. Yep, I am going crazy.

I laid back and closed my eyes, questions whirling inside my head. So, if my hands really did glow, then what the hell is wrong with me? Did I fall on a puddle of toxic waste when I was little? How are my friends? Did they got blinded or something? Am I going to get suspended with what I have done? I really hope everything will be back to normal tomorrow...

"Me too."

I opened my eyes, shocked. Beside me, a young lady, must be a nurse, was standing beside me, smiling. She was pretty, with blonde hair and shining eyes. Everything about her was vibrant, and the all-white uniform just makes her even more. She handed me a cup of honey colored liquid.

"Drink this, Miss, you'll get your energy back." I tried to reach for the cup, but instead she hold it against my mouth and made me drink.

When I drank it all, I felt like I was slowly getting stronger.

"What is this?" I asked her.

"Oh! Just an energy drink we give to patients who needs it." She answered cheerfully.

"Really? I haven't heard of this drink before." I looked down at my glass. "When am I going to go home?" I asked, and i cursed myself for sounding like a three-year old.

"Actually, I am arranging your release papers today. You can go home now, I was just checking if you have the energy to do it. I guess you do now." She explained.

"What? But the doctor said—" The lady-or nurse, whatever-wasn't looking at me anymore. She was busy fixing a stack of papers. She gave me a smile, then handed me something.

"What's this for?" I asked, but she was already leaving the room.

She smiled. "Something to keep the demons away." The door closed on her.

I frowned, unsure of what she meant. Hopefully, this is all a dream and I will wake up later.

I fell asleep as I clutched the necklace she gave me.

~~O~O~O~~

That hospital where I was checked in was the weirdest hospital I have ever seen. I mean, there were people who keep telling me I have to stay because I don't have the energy, and there were these people who told me that I am strong enough to leave. Eventually, the nurse came in and told me the release papers were ready, and she escorted me outside.

My parents weren't there too, and they didn't tell me anything about my classmates. I wonder if they were confined in the same insane hospital as me? I even have to walk home alone after changing into clothes that the nurse gave me. Fucking bullshit.

I trudged over to my house, wondering if they will be waiting for me there, worried. I rubbed my forehead. All the commotions are giving me the headache, and what I really want is to lie down until all of this is over.

I opened the door to my house, looking inside. The house appears to be empty.

"Dad?" I called out. No answer.

"Hello?" I rubbed my elbows, strange shivers were running over my body. The living room was empty, newspapers were cluttered across the floor. The kitchen was a mess, dishes lay undone. The whole house seemed to be covered by an unusual darkness. It was as if I was walking on a black and white movie, only this time it is real.

I walked over to the hallway, and sat. This isn't weird. Surely mom was just still out from work, and dad probably went away to buy stuff. My brothers would be at school, completely unaware of my current dilemma.

I run my hands through my hair, then looked at my hands. Five fingers, a clean palm, a little shaky but still two perfectly normal human hands. So where did that stupid light came from?

Suddenly, a sharp jolt shocked my hand.

"Ow!" I yelped.

My hand feels like I dipped it in boiling water. I ran into the kitchen and quickly rinse. Useless, the pain only got worse. I bit my lip as I sat on a chair, holding my hand. From here, it looks perfectly fine, but the pain was excruciating. I gasped as fire literally appeared on my palm, engulfing my hand. I screamed.

"What the hell!?" I shrieked as I grasped my burning hand.

I fell out off my chair and into the floor, bewildered. My hand was on fire, and it was burning so painfully. A few seconds later, the fire slowly disappeared. But it left a huge burnt mark. Black skin covered my palm, but even weirder, it formed a perfect circle, surrounding a number in the middle. The number 7.

"Okay, okay. This is just a dream." I said to myself, putting my head in my hands. "This isn't really happening, it will be over soon." I closed my eyes.

"Oh, I wouldn't agree with you on that."

I almost swallowed my tongue. I whirled around, looking for the source of the voice. The house was still empty.

"Over here!" it called again.

I looked up and I saw what anyone would call a teenage mail man. I mean, he was wearing a mail man uniform, with a messenger bag and all. But he was definitely less than twenty years old. Worst, he was sitting on top of the cabinet, smiling. I slapped myself. Glowing hands? trespassing mail mans? Maybe I should check myself to an asylum, you know? The place for mentally deranged lunatics?

"That isn't nice. I'm pretty sure you aren't deranged, my dear." The messenger boy smiled.

"Yeah, and you just happen to walk in and jumped up there without me seeing." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

"Oh no, but I would've done that, you left the door open." He pointed at the door I left opened.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

He chuckled, "Oh, you'll know soon enough. But I'm not supposed to tell you who I am, I'm supposed to tell you who you are." He pointed at me.

"Who...who am I? I know perfectly well who I am, thanks." I grumbled. "Now get out of here!" I yelled in frustration.

The boy frowned."That wasn't very nice." He said.

The whole place started to glow, like the house was lit up by a dozen flourescent lights. But we didn't have flourescent lights. I'm pretty sure our electric bill will be thousands of dollars because of that. No, the lights were coming from the boy, and he wasn't a mail man after all.

He was an angel.

~I said I was gonna write a yaoi-smut fanfic, well, Jk!:))))

~I didn't know what story you liked. I decided to just write a fantasy story since I really think fantasies are better, and you seem to like dark and weird fanfics. Happy Birthday!