Yet again, she locked herself into her room, to
her whitewhitewhite walls and smoke colored carpet.
She found herself a seat on her bed, whose mattress was thin and aging.
She wrapped her pale arms around her paler set of legs that lay propped against her chest.
It was all the same.
Someone will come.
No they won't.
It'll change.
Tears stung against her eyes.
She looked up and tried her hardest to blink them away.
But they fell, the sound of water hitting cloth echoing louder than she realized.
But that's what happens when you're alone.
What happens?
You forget.
It was all the same.
Her pale blue eyes looked down at her stubby bitten nails.
Her hands were ohsosmall, and nails on the verge of infection.
She was alone, but that was her fault.
She drove her mother away, acting as she was nothing.
Come back...
No one's there.
..I forgot.
The warped wooden door slowly creaked open.
At the other side was a-
An angel.
You can be one too, you know.
No, I can't.
The angel walked, no glided over to the girl.
Her lonely eyes looked up at Him.
His eyes held determination, forgiveness, love.
Her eyes held isolation, regret, worthlessness.
He touched her cold, pale hand.
She felt warmth radiate off Him.
Can I touch your wings?
He smiled at her, but she didn't move.
He took out a box and gave it to her, placing it in her hands.
Her eyes looked down at the wrapped box in her hands, and then looked up.
He was gone.
Come back...
No one's there.
But.. You are.. aren't you?
So you're not alone?
No.
How do you know that?
I can remember.