Weeping Angel's P.O.V.
I've never seen my reflection before.
I've never seen my mother, or father's face before.
I don't know if I have any parents at all, or siblings.
I have lived for a hundred thousand years, always sad.
Always depressed.
Always weeping.
My enemies think I weep for defense.
So that I will never see any of my kind, and though they can never see me.
But that is only part of the truth.
How would you feel if you could never see anyone else?
That you could never truly know, if you are alone, or surrounded.
How would you feel if you were forever hungry, only feeding every few centuries.
Having to travel miles and miles for food, fast as light,
But having to stop; completely still, whenever someone looks in your direction,
Not even properly seeing you, but having to stop anyway?
This is my life.
Living forever in misery, until one day, hopefully,
Someone kills me.
I wait for it.
I hope it comes, more than anything.
I can't commit suicide.
I don't know how, but nothing works.
Pitching myself off a cliff;
Standing under collapsing buildings;
Using a mortal gun.
Nothing works.
Truly, I don't even know if someone can kill me.
I just have to hope,
And hope,
And hope.
I decide to try once again.
What this time?
I see two late teenage,
What do they call one another again?
Oh yes.
Humans.
In a cemetery, knocking down grave stone, smashing them.
Yes.
I pray that this will work, and run while they're not looking,
Behind them.
I put my hands over my eyes.
The world goes dark.
I hear them making odd noises as they knock over the statues.
I think it is called laughter.
I have never experienced laughter,
I wonder what it feels like.
I hear them turning around,
Saying strange things I do not understand.
I feel their presence next to me.
I can feel them touching me,
Rocking me back and forth,
Until I fall on the ground.
They try to throw stones and rocks at me,
Trying to smash me, like they have the gravestones.
It doesn't work.
I internally sigh.
Another failed attempt.
After a while,
I'm not sure how long, time is hard for me.
They give up and walk away.
After I hear their voices drift off, I peek out of my hand,
They're gone.
I run out of the cemetery.
Thinking of another way to stop this endless,
Bitter,
Life.
Authors Note.
This is a one-shot, so far. I may put up another chapter if I can be bothered.
Thanks for reading.
April.x
