A/N- thank you guys SO much for all the reviews and favorites and story/author alerts on "eyes shining like bright blue stars"! and just to prove to you that reviews DO make me update/upload quickly, here is a piece of crap that started off as something but turned into something else. I'm sorry in advance for…this.
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she's born to a mother that doesn't want her and a father that doesn't care.
she learns quickly not to vie for attention, for neither her mother nor her father seem to spare time for her.
and then one day she wakes up after a surprisingly sound and peaceful sleep at the doorstep of an aged woman who creaks open her front door and wonders what to make of this little girl with blue eyes and hazel hair and alabaster skin she swears is whiter than the clouds on a bright July afternoon.
so this careful woman takes the girl under her wing and tends to her wounded soul.
the woman calls her Naia for her beauty.
the girl doubts she's beautiful, but no one's ever bothered to check.
so she keeps quiet, as usual.
the bronze-skinned woman is a guardian angel to…Naia.
she never had a name in her old life.
her angel takes care of her for the longest time and Naia follows her everywhere like a shadow, clinging to the hem of the angel's skirt with her red lips glued shut and a pink bow in her hair.
they rarely leave the house.
and then suddenly Naia grows up, and her angel is sick. very sick. but still, as she's lying on her deathbed and Naia is holding her weathered hands, but the guardian angel is smiling a wide, toothless smile.
and Naia smiles back and whispers the first words she's spoken in almost twelve years.
don't go, says Naia, and her guardian angel stops smiling and shakes her head.
I will never be gone, Naia, my child the angel whispers, and Naia feels something cold press into her hand.
I will always be there in your heart. and then the guardian angel's hand is over Naia's heart and her eyes are closed and Naia thinks to herself, between the tears and the sense of emptiness she feels that night, the angel is where she belongs now.
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never.
never has she ever felt complete after her angel…moved on.
she still says it to herself at night.
the angel is where she belongs now.
she isn't Naia anymore.
that's her little secret, her little world of pain and secrets and feeling lonely.
and the secret is buried deep within her soul, where she still stands, holding Naia and Naia's world in her wrinkled hands.
the angel.
Naia is different.
if the angel was here now, her eyes would soften and she would whisper into Naia's, the old Naia, little ear, what happened, my child?
and Naia would keep quiet and hide under the folds of her angel's skirt.
the locket that her guardian angel pressed into her hand still hangs around her neck, and every day her delicate fingers close around it and her lips press to it and it's a silent prayer to her angel to come back and take her along to wherever she resides, because wherever it is, it's better than this.
her numb, senseless life as Jadelyn, a lonely soul.
I will come soon, says Jadelyn, because Naia would never dare to do something like this.
the chain of the locket digs into her skin.
and then her eyes close just like her angel's.
she was three different people.
nameless.
Naia.
Jadelyn.
and now she's an angel with her guardian, and they live together as friends.
she is so, so, so happy.
she is Naia again, now.
and she knows what it's like to love.
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A/N- I said I was sorry.
god.
lol. so like, review and tell me how you hated it.
I'm serious though, review. please. I'll love you.
because this lonely Savanna is sad and she wants reviews or she may have to resort to writing even crappier stuff than this.