Well how about I tell you a story a fairy tale if you`d like, however for me is more of an anecdote. Something that happened to me and my friends, something that was only a subject of joke and yet we were there to live it. History in the motion some of us said…
I clearly remember that fateful day, it was a cloudy afternoon, birds weren`t flying, the sun didn`t shone through the clouds and it truly wasn`t the best day ever. Thru ought the day, my life was made hell on earth, whether it was simple fate or pure coincidence I will never know, the only thing in my head through my whole ordeal was how impossible my life was. From small things like getting out of bed on the wrong foot, or hitting your pinkie toe on the edge of the furniture, to a complete decimation of my scholarship at school and no chance of ever retrieving it or your parents screaming to you from the other side of the world what a horrible and selfish human being you are.
Quite the miserable afternoon.
Surviving half a day of rage-inducing "accidents" and constant pain in the delicate parts of my body, I started to realize this was the maximum test in patience, however, these occurrences can and will affect you both physically and mentally. But, being the odd fellow I was, I just dismissed it as another day. Thinking tomorrow will be better and hoping for a sweet and restful slumber in my bed.
Arriving quite late that day, trying to find out why my scholarship had gone to oblivion, and why hell decided to break loose on my life this day. I decided to skip dinner and go to bed early. My parents had been traveling this month so the whole house was empty. I slumped up the stairs into my room and quickly threw all of my stuff into the ground and sighed.
(The sooner this day ends the better) I thought.
Quickly laying myself to sleep, relaxing myself so dreamland could find its path to me, leaving behind this atrocious day as nothing more than just another bad day…hopefully.
*step* *step* *step**step*
I didn`t knew what should I have said at that moment
*step**walking*
(Fuck) My brain went nuts
*More walking*
(FUCK!) I couldn`t control myself
*Stop*
*eerie silence*
"GOD DAMMIT!"
I screamed to the top of my lungs, seemingly to myself.
Next thing I did in my rage-filled state was to get out of bed and grab my baseball bat, I truly did not care who or what was invading my home right now. It could have been a kid or an old woman or even the freaking president of the United States entering my house, and yet my only wish was to beat the living shit out of whatever was invading my home right now.
I wanted blood.
Quick.
"Whoever is down there, you ARE GOING TO GET IT!"
More screaming as if there wasn`t enough already, going down the stairs, no… flying down the freaking stairs. Into the living room, bat in hand and fully expecting some kind of living being to, hopefully, leave almost dead on my floor. But of course, not even in this moments, life can`t just make me happy for once, what I found was extremely disappointing and creepy at the same time.
A statue of what it appeared to be, an angel with its hands on her/his face, in a crying like pose.
"What?"
My brain tried to comprehend the situation in front of me.
(Did a burglar just entered my home to leave this in my living and went his merry way?)
I stared at it intently trying to analyze…why?
(Was this some powerful god intent in mocking me? Yet again…?)
I could feel my anger rising again…
Decided that I needed to release my anger on something, briefly I closed my eyes to concentrate my anger on my hand that was griping the bat, swiftly opening my eyes I swung my bat with the anger of a thousand raging Norse gods…
Only to miss and land face down, ass up on the floor.
The statue was gone…
The sole reason that my anger didn`t explode right in that instant, was because I got scared. A statue of a fucking angel just disappeared in front of me while a wasn`t looking at it. Many hours of internet and a certain website gave me the knowledge to know what to expect from this situation. And god I was scared…
Picking myself from the ground, my mind raced on the many images that terrified me in many more ways, and a single name echoed with them.
"Weeping angels"
(No…)
Even in my panicked state I knew I had to do something I had to search for it or something I couldn`t leave it here, it may hurt someone…
Trying to be stealthy as possible, I started searching for the horrific statue, all the while thinking of reasons on why would that end up here, of all places. Staying relatively close to the ground and sticking to the shadows. I was running out of places to search in my house, not in the kitchen, not in the bathroom, neither the front and back lawn, and it finally clicked on me… there was one last place I hadn`t searched. It terrified me but also fuelled my anger.
My room
As quietly as possible I climbed the stairs, my heart threatened to escape my chest. I arrived to the door that was my room and put my hand on the doorknob, not knowing what to expect. I gulped, hard, while mentally bracing myself for what I was about to see.
I…turned…the…doorknob…slowly…
And…
"Don`t do it!"
I felt like blacking out that instant, turning around and almost screaming when I saw him…
(No …way)
"Shhhh!" he shushed me as he put his hand on my lips
He signaled me to follow him, but I was entirely in another world. My mind was truly and utterly full of things. My brain didn't respond and my body couldn`t move. This person, this specific person right in front of me. Could this finally be the "good thing" that has awaited me all this time?
Seeing my current state he took my hand in his and tried dragged me away from the door, down the stairs, all the way out of the house, and yet I still was in a mentally disturbed state.
"D…d…do…doc" I could barely stutter this
"Shhh!" He shushed me again
"Don`t make loud noises, or small noises or any noises at all" He barely murmured
Almost out of the house, from the corner of my eye, slightly snapping me out of my trance, I could see some more shadows passing by us and up the stairs probably into my room.
Now out of the house, in the middle of the street, I collapsed to the ground and started to hyperventilate, everything that happened trying to fit in my head while I tried to deny it. Meanwhile The Doctor pulled something out of his trench coat and started doing something with it. I on the other hand tried to calm down and slowly breathe in and out, in and out...
"Hey" The Doctor suddenly appeared in front of me
"Gahh!" I almost screamed not having enough air to do it and breathed in a derpy manner
"Sorry about that and also, is there anyone else inside the house?" He proceeded to ask me
Still trying to calm myself, I couldn`t talk but at least I could shake my head. At that time I didn`t even realized what he had ask; with so much on mind I could barely answer him. The Doctor understood this and said something that marks me to this day.
"Sorry about this too…"
Something clicked andthen…
*KA-BOOOOOOOOM*