Death to a Fallen Angel
Prologue:
Everyone has had that thought of where they would go when they're dead. Some say Heaven, others say Hell, but some say nowhere. Most begin to think that they would just live in darkness forever and never find the light they were taught when young. But what they don't know is it's your choice on where to go.
When you're young, you believe someone else makes that choice for you. They judge you for what you've done in the past or what you will do in the future. But why let them choose? Wasn't it our parents that said we have free will? Wasn't it us who fought against the lies others had made?
You are the one that runs your life and in that life you must make your own decision's and not let anyone else control you. Either in love or hate your heart speaks what its wants and gives your soul the power to live.
Then why is it then everyone forgets that? Is it because of friends, the bad things that occur to us and bring us to misery? Or is it because we all experience one thing that changes our thoughts on our lives, love?
The one word that brings us to our knees and makes us forgets our past faults. The word that chooses our future and make the decisions for us. The word that makes us wonder who we are and what we are inside. The word that brings us to our end.
That one word does many things to us. It kills us, tortures us till we rot, enlightens us, embraces us into feelings we can't explain. But the one thing it does to us that no one has ever seen, it makes us fall.
