I'm trying again ok? I didn't like what happened after the whole patch and nora splitting thing so I made up my own (I actually did like it but at the time I didnt and all of this started to evolve in my head and I decided to write my alterante peice and add my own things to it. It is totally different and introduces a whole new race ((no not vampires and not werewolves or pixies))) P.S. The more reviews I get the happier I will be and the more I will update and the bigger this story will become OK? So please add it to alerts, favorites and review to your hearts content.
"I don't want you as my Guardian Angel anymore." My chest heaving, I felt my vision begin to fade. Dark waves of disarrayed hair hung low over my eyes that were prickling with tears.
"Done." Patch's low baritone voice spoke in my thoughts with a menacing timbre that sent shivers down my spine.
Turning around to face the dusty kitchen window I fought a hard battle against myself over gaining control of my emotions- HUMAN emotions. The one thing that I knew Patch would give anything for, the thing he wanted most. Anger surged in me, like a fire licking at the fringes of my mind and slowly bubbling to the surface. It was foreign and I could feel it taking control over my body. That's why along with the anger I also felt a fear, a life threatening, heart stopping fear that made my body quiver and weaken.
"Oh Patch." I chuckled darkly. "Always wanting what you can't have." What? My thoughts screamed at me. What are you doing Nora! I had no idea where my sudden anger had come from and it wasn't a comforting thing. Almost as soon as those vile words arose from my mouth I whirled around to face him and I was met with complete and utter silence. Not a moment later I heard the front door slam with a force that I was sure had left the remains of the wooden frame splintered across the floor. The crunch of gravel as his jeep floored out of my driveway and down the road let me know that he was in no hurry to return. The whole thing took all of three seconds but they seemed to pass in a lifetime.
What have I done! The voices in my head broke through the silence like a dagger. Anguish. Pure, anguish could be the only word that described how I felt as tremors rocked through my entire body. He still had to be my guardian angel right? It wasn't up to me to decide who was and who wasn't, it was the archangels choice right?
My legs became wobbly as the tremors struck with an even greater force and I could feel the sharp slicing of needles as they pounded into my flesh. A giant "BOOM!" rocked the house and the ground quickly surged up to meet me. The cool tile of the kitchen floor collided into my cheek with an earth shattering force and I was soon seeing stars as my head began to pound in tune with my beating heart.
Flames that had been constantly licking at the edge of my conscious burst through and rapidly began to deteriorate a hole in my heart. I glanced up and saw the long trees billowing in the wind through the kitchen window. I found a moment of peace, but only a moment.
A shrill whistle broke though the silence accompanied by a fire that coursed through my veins. My body was convulsing with each pulse that swept across my frame. My breath was drawing short and I realized that the whistle that had disturbed my silence was my own voice coming out in blood curdling screams. The needles dug deeper and deeper into my skin seeming to send waves that were keeping beat with my pulse. Tiles along the curve of my body seemed to becoming warmer and warmer, although it was just my body slowing down and cooling to the floor I didn't notice.
My eyes became aware of a swelling dark patch in my peripheral vision. It looked like soft velvet and wrapped me in a warm, but exceedingly wet cocoon. Pounding in my chest made me aware of the swelling black hole and I quickly realized that what I thought had been my warm and safe cocoon was my own blood pooling beneath me.
My limbs began to grow colder and stiff and soon it got to a point where I couldn't move at all. My breaths grew shorter and my thinking slowed as the thudding began to crescendo louder and louder to a climax until it ceased. I was left with utter silence and my breaths came no more. Time itself seemed to still as I lay there alone on the floor.
The curtains of shadows lengthened throughout the house as the day wore on and soon the light faded completely. I was left with nothing but the crescent moon outside the window for company.
The fog that had clouded my mind finally lifted and I was able to think straight again. Patch? I tried to call out but my body lay still. Where are you? I need you. Help. My thoughts ghosted away as I realized my body would not respond. Was Patch still my guardian angel? I knew I wanted him to be... even though I had said otherwise that didn't mean that I had meant it. Does it really count then if I wasn't in control over my decisions?
Shouldn't my mom be home? She usually gets home around 10 at night- that is if Hugo doesn't keep her late over something petty like heating up his coffee in the oven across the street. Somehow my mind knew that it was just shy of 9:50 and this was one of those nights where I hoped she gets home a bit late so I could have time to collect my thoughts and prepare.
I should give her a call though- shes probably sick with worry considering I forgot to call last night too. Gosh she must be freaking out. Hearing the old heating system whine and power up slowly I waited for the warm air to blast onto my face from the vent above me, but nothing came. I could sense my hair ruffling in the slight breeze but I couldn't feel it tickling my cheeks and getting caught in my eyelashes as I blinked. Come to think of it when was the last time I had blinked?
Breaking the silence but humming along with the heater my cell phone began to buzz from the counter top, which was strange because I never kept it on vibrate and I remembered setting it at the center of the dining room table. Not, however on the edge of the kitchen counter. After three more vibrant buzzes my phone plummeted to the floor where it shattered into four seperate pieces. The front and back of the case had jumped apart and lay innocently on the ground while the back came and smacked me in the face. Which I couldn't feel at all and worried me even further. The battery bounced out of view and I was left staring at a black hopeless screen.
Sorry mom. I mentally cringed at how mad she would be when she got home and would see what had happened to my phone. Soon after my the chimes of the land-line ran through the house seemingly too happy for the moment. They rang, and they rang, and rang, untill finally I heard the familiar voice of my 9 year old self come through the speakers kindly asking people to leave a message. At the time my front two teeth had been missing and I had a bit of a lisp which my mom called "cute". So that explains why we still have the message and not an updated version of my now more feminine and mature voice.
"Nora you better pick up the phone! You aren't out with Patch are you? I'm going to give you a countdown from 5 and you have until then to pick up and explain why you haven't called me or returned my calls!" She was seething mad. "5...4...3...2...1! Nora we have some things we have to talk about when we get home." My mothers voice trailed off and I could sense a hint of disappointment and fear in her voice.
Guilt washed over me at the sound of her voice and I wished that I had called her yesterday, and that I had the chance to today. Its your fault you know. Shes going to be heartbroken when she walks in. My conscious spoke to me.
The phone began to ring again and this time Vee was the one that came over the phone. "Hey babe your mom just called me and told me to tell you to text her, because unless its dead or your just oh so busy obviously ignoring it I'd say your out with your sexy demon of a man Patch.." Vee paused for a moment, as if she were deep in thought which I knew was a rare occurrence for her. "Or your out with Scotty the Hotty!" She squealed, not quite over the fact that I wasn't interested in him. "Well anyways I'm gonna be spending the night at Rixon's tonight- we have a special date tonight and that looks like him pulling up the drive!" Vee, help! I'm here! Someone help me! Mom? Patch? Please! I pleaded over and over. "Muah! Hugs n kisses bye ba-!" The recording clicked off before she could finish her sentence, which was because she was in such a rush for Rixon I guessed.
No! I admitted defeat and gave up. With a sinking feeling I began to realize something, something that I would've never thought possible, things started to come together and for the first time I knew something that would change my entire existence. I was dead, or at least my body was. My soul was somehow trapped and still connected to my body. Patch wasn't my guardian angel anymore. Oh Patch. He didn't know that my soul needed to be ferried onto the next world and that I was stuck. No one knew the most important thing of all. I was still here! My new guardian angel hadn't been chose yet because the archangels were still deliberating on my future.
Outside I could hear the feeble sputtering of my mothers old Ford rumbling up the driveway and I mentally braced myself. Her heels lightly clacking but slightly muffled on the wooden porch, she jimmied the keys into the lock and shoved her way through the door.
Chapter two is already written. Just not posted- expect it probably tomorrow. Total word count: 1,759.
Tell me if I have any errors or have any critique or advice, I will welcome them. No flames please.