SELF-CONSLUSION

"Fade in, start the scene,

Enter beautiful girl.

But things are not what they seem,

As we stand at the edge of the world."

The reckless waves crashed against the cliffs as I stared out over the edge, and into the icy water. The sky was overcast, making the early morning appear almost as if it was the late evening. The wind whirled around my head, forcing some of my hair into my line of sight.

I don't know what brought me here. Fate, perhaps? Or simply an undying need for escape.

I had driven north for endless hours the prior night, desperate to leave; to get away.

Some unknown force brought me here to this spot for some reason. But as I raised my arms up and let the wind envelope me, I allowed my feet to carry me forward. Toward the edge. Step, by step.

But in the back of my mind, an angel's voice started yelling, screaming at me to stop. Without thinking, I dropped my arms and fell to my knees, just feet from the edge.

I could not disobey this angel's plea. It seemed so real. It wasn't at all like the hallucinations and voices caused by the drugs...

I sat for a few minutes contemplating my next move, staring ahead towards the horizon when I heard it.

The voice of the angel, only clearer and more defined.

"You're in my way."

As the sound first touched my ears, I knew something was wrong. The angel's voice was etched with crippling emotions. Sadness, despair, anger.

I turned around slowly as I marveled at the sight before me.

This girl truly was an angel.

Short dark brown hair laid in disarray around her beautiful face. The deep blue color of her eyes caused my heart to skip a beat.

The angel was so tiny, she looked so vulnerable. Her sundress was withered and torn, covered in grass stains and mud; I guessed that it used to be a soft-white color. I wondered how long she had been wandering around through the forest. Her lack of shoes unsettled me; this angel should not be walking through the forest barefoot.

"Excuse me," she barked impatiently, "you are directly in my way." she seethed, pronouncing each syllable clearly and slowly, as if explaining something to a small child.

I studied her face apprehensively, fearing the meaning behind this broken angel's words.

"I-- I beg your pardon?"

She let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed her temples, grumbling under her breath.

"I have plans to die today." she said plainly, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. "And you are currently disrupting these plans."

Suddenly, the fact that this angel planned to remover herself from the earth was beyond incomprehensible. Without her, the world would not seem right...

Angels were meant to be happy and carefree. Not tied down with despair.

And if there was anything left at all tying me to the world of the living, it was this broken angel that stood before me.

My angel.

A/N: This isn't going to be a long story. Short story, and with short chapters. It's sad, but I always promise a happy ending. I'll be updating once a day, until it's done. So stay tuned. You won't regret it.

LOVE,
Shannon