Hey people. I didn't get my five reviews, but I was getting into the future of this story, and there's no freaking way I won't write it, so here's chapter one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel, but I do own 14-year-old Angel, her 'family', and anything else in the future of this story except the majority of her memories.
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Fallen Angel
Chapter One
"She's waking up!"
"Is she going to be okay?"
"Shh! Be quiet!"
"Come on, back up and give her some space,"
Hazy unfamiliar voices swirled around me as I struggled to open my eyes. I blinked a ton of times, and eventually I was able to make out four blurry faces. They were all blonde, fair skinned people with blue eyes. They also had facial features that I sort of recognized. Sort of. There was a woman there, and she was the most familiar. The other three, a man and two kids, I didn't remember, but there was something familiar about them…
"Honey, are you okay?"
I adjusted my vision. I was in a room with pale blue walls, on a bed with blue sheets and a white comforter with blue, I don't know, like, palm trees? Maybe. "Um, I… I think I'm fine."
"That's great!" the man exclaimed, leaning over to hug me. I wrapped my arms around him, but I didn't know why. I didn't feel like I knew them. "You don't know how worried we were about you, Amy!"
"Amy, Amy…" I said, thinking out loud. "Gee, that's a funny name. Who's Amy?"
The man drew back and had a sad, serious, worried look on his face. "You're Amy. Are you feeling okay?"
"No, I don't think so," I let my head rest back on the blue pillow. "I don't remember… anything, I think. Who are you?" I blinked my eyes at him. What color were they? Were they blue like all of theirs? Was I blonde and light skinned? I lifted up my wrist and looked at it. I was light skinned, but I didn't know anything beyond that. My hair was tied back and I couldn't see it, and I have yet to master the ability to see my own eyes (without a mirror, that is).
"Amy, I'm your father," he shook my shoulders, willing me to understand. "Please don't talk like this! You have to remember!"
I peered closely at him, and then at the woman, who I assumed was my mother. She looked more familiar, like I'd seen a younger version of here somewhere, but I forgot where. "I'm sorry, I can't." I closed my eyes and fell back into a deep, deep sleep.
I woke up hours later in the same room. I was alone this time, and I looked around. I willed my mind to remember something, anything. I got out of bed and shakily walked to the closet. There was nothing there. That's funny, I thought. Why don't I have any clothes? I looked at what I was wearing. I was wearing a blue tee with "Angel" written on it and blue jeans that flared at the bottom. Those were the only things I recognized.
The word Angel struck my mind, and I don't know if it was a flashback or a figment of my imagination, but for a split second I saw a white wing. Did I die? Was I about to go to heaven with an angel, but then miraculously lived somehow? I didn't know. I wished I did. I tried hard to remember something else.
I noticed that there was a door mirror hanging on the (shock!) door. I walked over to it, wanting to see what I looked like. I was tall, maybe a little shorter than six feet tall, 5'8, maybe? I was blonde with blue eyes and I had light skin. I looked a lot like those people, my 'family,' though I couldn't get used to it. I took back what I thought about my clothing being the most familiar thing I saw. That would be me.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I called, my voice still shaky with sleep, exhaustion, confusion, and other strange emotions.
The woman, my 'mom,' walked in. She sat on my bed and patted for me to sit beside her. When I did, she quietly stroked my hair.
"Amy, are you okay?"
I felt the urge to say something sarcastic, but I couldn't for some strange reason. "I don't know," was my reply.
"How do you feel?"
"Confused… strange. I don't remember anything. How come nothing is coming back to me?" I asked.
"Amy, listen. You went missing a long time ago. We were all terrified. You turned up about a month ago, injured severely, and got hospitalized immediately. We didn't know until now if you were going to survive. We're happy you did, but we wish you hadn't lost your memory," 'Mom' said.
"Yeah, me too," now I had the energy for sarcasm. "But how come nothing looks familiar to me? How come the only thing I remember is my reflection and my clothes?" I asked.
"Well, you must have been wearing them when you got hurt. As for why you don't remember your room, it's because we moved recently. We live in Greene, New York (A/N: I looked up a map of New York State on Google and found an actual city, so you owe me a solid for research.), but we used to live in Washington, DC. We moved while you were gone, so you've never seen this house before." 'Mom' explained.
"Why'd you –or we- move?" I asked. I kind of remembered something about Washington, DC, but I forgot what.
"We lived in a run-down, old home, but for a long time it was all we could afford. But then we got some sudden wealth and had enough money to leave," she said.
"Oh, okay," I said, trying to take it all in. I sort of felt a tinge of remembrance towards all this, but not enough to decipher my whole past… thirteen, fourteen, fifteen years of life? I didn't even know how old I was.
"Anything else you want to know sweetie?" My 'mother' asked.
"Yeah. When's my birthday?" I asked.
"You'll be fifteen on August 23rd of this year. It's January now," she told me.
Nothing about that date rang a bell. I didn't know why. This was insane. It was a wonder I still remembered to BREATHE.
The door to the room opened again.
The two kids from before ran in. A boy and a girl. They both looked about ten years old, roughly.
"Who are they?" I asked my mother.
"They are your little brother and sister, the twins. Their names are Abbey and Adam," she replied, indicating to each one as she mentioned them by name.
"Do I have any other siblings?" I asked. I felt like I had another one, but I couldn't be sure.
"You had an older brother once, but he went missing before you were born. How on earth can you remember him?" she asked, a look of pure puzzlement covering her face that she didn't even try to hide.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I just was wondering if I had another sibling."
"His name was Anthony. I miss him," my mother said in a small voice, and she stared at nothing, looking distressed.
"Mom," Abbey asked, sending mother out of her trance.
She shook herself. "Yes?"
"I'm hungry," Abbey complained, rubbing her belly beneath her white dress with red polka-spots (A/N: polka-spots is MY word, no stealing).
"Yeah, me too," Adam said, patting his fatter belly which was covered by a red and white striped shirt. They were cute kids, but I didn't remember growing up so well off.
That night at dinner, we all talked around the dinner table. A real dinner table, with a real family! This was so cool. It just seemed so strange that people would actually use silverware and plates and stuff while they were eating. I didn't know why it seemed so out of the 'norm' for me.
"Amy, can you pass the potatoes?" mom asked.
"Sure, just a second," I plopped two more scoops on my plate, practically covering it with potatoes, and passed it to her.
Everyone stared at me as I picked up my spoon and dug in.
"What?" I asked, looking up, with my mouth full.
"Are you really going to eat all that?" Abbey asked, her eyes wide as she stared at my mound.
"Yeah, why?" I looked around at all their small portions and compared it to my big one.
"It just seems like a lot of food, Amy," my dad said.
"It does?" I asked, genuinely confused. It seemed normal to eat this much, like I always had.
"Oh, leave her alone. She's been eating through a tube for a month. Let her eat however much she wants. I mad extra of everything," mom said. It was like she already knew me. Hey, maybe she had.
"Okay," Adam looked away and then down at his food again.
"So Abbey how was school today?" mom asked.
"It was neat, I'm learning division!" she exclaimed. "Miss Baker said I was the smartest in the class!"
"That's very good!" Mom congratulated, looking pleased.
"School…?" I asked, indicating that someone should clue me in on the subject. I had heard of it before, but I didn't know what it was.
"It's a place where kids go to learn things," Mom explained. "Which reminds me, you're going the day after Wednesday, which is the day after tomorrow," she said. "I'll take you shopping for school clothes tomorrow."
"Thanks, um, mom," I said, not really sure what shopping was, but I wasn't going to say that. After all, I was going to find out tomorrow.
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-Golden
