Summary: Sarah is a high school student who suffers from cutting. God hears her prayers and sends her Michael the Archangel to help. Michael is forced to take on the form of a high school student, and he learns what life is like for the people God created. When things start to get better, the reason Michael was sent becomes clear. Lucifer has come looking for Sarah, only to test the very limits of her faith.
Author's Note: This is the first Bible fanfic that I've written. Any reviews would be more than helpful and appreciated. Thank you for taking time to read this story, and I hope you enjoy it. This story does have an adult theme (self Injury). If you find this hard for you, or are sensitive to it, please be careful reading this story. I don't want anyone to be harmed due to my writing. Thank you!
Sarah sat in the church pew listening to the sermon trying not to daydream. She had heard this sermon about ten times in what seemed to be two months. It wasn't that she was disrespectful; it was simply a boring topic. She was a senior in high school, and it had taken effort, but she was still a virgin. In her local high school everyone knew of her faith, and they were relentless towards her. A Sunday morning church service seemed just the right thing to strengthen her spirit. When the church service was finished however, Sarah couldn't seem to think of anything else. One to have a strong faith, it had never seemed hard to be a Christian before. Perhaps she had been meant to worry, and God wanted her to dwell on it.
Though it was a Sunday, there was a small reunion at the school. A new school year started tomorrow for Sarah, and reluctantly her father wanted her to go. There had always been a respect within the household toward her parents. It wasn't because God commanded it; she simply was raised and knew it was right. She put on a pair of black dress pants, and then put on a dressy t-shirt. The outfit would make her stick out, but it was okay. Getting out of the car at the school, she caught a glimpse of the cross around her neck. It had been given to her after her grandfather had died. The cross was metal with black designs on it, yet it was extremely thin. Sarah was always careful when wearing it, one good yank and it would break off. Reluctantly, she raced into the school gym hoping she wasn't late on top of everything else.
Michael sat down on one of the bleachers looking around. He was alone and tired, yet he had to come to this pointless school meeting. Before living in the United States he had lived elsewhere, and now he felt like an outsider. No one paid attention to him, and he still had to help unpack when he got home. He was put one grade lower than what he should have been at age wise, but the schools didn't allow him to not register. There was a soft bang as the door to the gym opened again, and Michael studied the girl that walked into the room. She had long blond hair, blue eyes, and an average body, yet he picked her out of the crowd. Her clothes told him that she was different, and the cross around her neck told him even more. He knew there was someone like her at every school, and it bothered him. He tried to smile as she sat down next to him.
"Hi, I'm Sarah." Michael shook the hand she offered and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, I'm Michael." She smiled slightly from something he had said, and he couldn't tell why. "That's a nice name. It means one who is like God." Michael found himself laughing slightly looking at her cross. "Your name means princess. It's pretty." Sarah smiled looking down at her hands realizing she naturally liked Michael. "I haven't seen you here before. Did you just move here?" Michal nodded while looking around the room. It was becoming packed the longer they sat there. "Yeah, we just got here a week ago." Sarah seemed to brighten hearing that he was new to the area. "If you want I can always help out. I mean that is if you want help." Staring at her Michael noticed the cross around her neck. "I don't think we need any help, but you could come over for dinner. My mom is dying to have company over since my dad is in the Army."
Sarah blushed softly as he said the word Army. "You're an Army brat, my dad used to be a Navy brat." Michael laughed before shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, it's why I wasn't born here. Everyone thinks it's neat, but it's more annoying than anything else." Sarah smiled at him as the room began to completely fill with people. "I know how that can be. My dad is now a pastor at one of the local churches. Everyone at school thinks it's really bad, but I don't see why. I'm perfectly happy." Michael let his brown eyes look into her blue ones. "You see really happy, perhaps you could use a friend?" Sarah laughed again and people began to stare at them. "Sure! That's the oddest request for a friendship I've ever heard, but I'd love another friend." Michael smiled and took Sarah's hand in his own; it was a start of their friendship.
The meeting seemed to go on for hours, when in reality it was only a half hour. Michael hadn't let go of her hand since he'd taken it in his own. He would sometimes run his fingertips across the back of her hand, which made her shiver. Sarah felt a pull inside her towards Michael, yet she didn't understand why. He was naturally quiet when you didn't start a conversation, and he seemed to be a natural thinker. Perhaps he just didn't want to get close to people, like he said he'd moved often enough. When the meeting got over, Sarah and Michael walked out and sat on the grass for awhile. Sarah was waiting to get picked up, but Michael just didn't want to go without her. "You know Sarah, I'm glad you're here." Sarah blushed softly; she was unused to any attention that she got. "You're welcome, and you don't have to thank me!" Michael laughed slightly. "It's been drilled into me, I can't help it."
Sarah's dad arrived to pick her up, and Michael helped her stand up again. It was hard for Michael to let go of her hand, but he didn't mind. He knew she was her own person, and he simply had to be there for her. He waved as she drove off, then he started to walk home. Sarah laughed as her dad asked who the guy was. "Dad, that's just Michael." Her father kept his eyes on the road, but she could still feel him staring at her. "Michael? Have you mentioned a Michael before?" Sarah smiled looking down at her lap. "No, he's a new student that I met. He said he could use a friend, so we're friends now." Sarah's dad pulled into their driveway after a few more moments of silence. "Remember what I told you about your friends?" Sarah unbuckled but looked at her father. "Yes dad, I'm supposed to be careful who I trust." Her dad nodded as they walked inside. He knew he had raised his daughter right.
Sarah lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She had been extremely tired thinking about tomorrow, yet now she was looking forward to it. Turning over she noticed her bible on her dresser, and she decided to pick it up. While she read her bible daily, she decided to simply turn to a random page and read it. The words made her smile; they seemed to be God's message for her of the day. She put down her bible, and picked up the phone. She moved to press the buttons, but realized she didn't have Michael's number. He hadn't given her a last name, address, or telephone, and since he was new to the area he wouldn't be in the phone book anyway. Sighing she put down the phone, she would have to wait till tomorrow to see him. Quietly, she picked her bible back up and continued to read it for awhile. Her religion was the only thing that helped make the pain go away sometimes, it gave her hope.