A/N: Okay, so this is my first fan fiction ever! Yay! So, I thought it would be fun to write N2N from Gabe's POV. Sorry, it's a kind of shortish chapter. I'll try to post chapters at least once a week or so. (Maybe Saturday?) If you like it, please review? That would be very awesome :) So uh... Here you go!
The first memory I had on earth was seeing my mother. I was put into her arms right after I was born. She showed me to my father, who was standing next to her proudly. They both held me close to their hearts. Yes, I remember those first few hours of my life like it was yesterday. My parents, Diana and Daniel Goodman, named me Gabriel. After the angel, they said it was a miracle that I was born. Gabriel Goodman was my new name. I remember when they brought me home. My room had blue paint on the walls, a single crib, a rocking chair, and a changing table. Every night my mother and father would sing and rock me to sleep. Everything was perfect until I turned six months old. That's when the pains began. It was a fiery pain in my lower stomach, I didn't know what was happening. I cried every night. My parents took me to multiple clinics, specialists, and even the ER. They all said the same thing, "Babies are babies and they will cry." They gave me medicine that would numb the stomach pains. It worked for a while but I knew my parents weren't convinced that everything was okay. I was trying to tell them something was wrong, but they couldn't understand me. A few nights after I turned eight months old, the pains returned. This time they were unbearable. I couldn't breathe, I just cried. My mother ran into the room frantically trying to get me to stop crying. She ran me to the car, my father was already in the driver's seat. It was very early in the morning, outside the sun was starting to rise just above the horizon. The whole car ride I just sat in my mother's lap. I didn't make a sound, she held me close to her. Halfway through the car ride I knew it was going to be too late. We arrived at the hospital, I was fading away. The last memory I had on earth was being taken away from my parents. I tried to hold on to my mother's finger, but she made me let go. I saw my mother crying and my father holding onto her. I was rushed into the emergency room. I told myself that everything was going to be okay. Well, I was wrong. I died about an hour later. I remember falling into a complete darkness. When I woke up, I heard a voice. It was her.