Beca P.O.V. (18 years later)

Alright so in the past I have learned the hard way that being honest up front is always the best thing to do. So I'll let you in on a little secret. I am a fallen angel. As in I used to be an angel but I was killed. Then using dark magic I was revived. So technically I cheated death. Though now that I've been brought back, I will live out the rest of my life until someday I die again. When I die I will be judged as everyone else is. I'm only getting this chance because I was forcibly rebirthed. See when Jesse was trying to bring me back to life after he killed me, he screwed up the ritual. Instead of bringing me straight back to life, my body disintegrated and blew away in the wind.

It blew me right to a couple that was struggling to have children. Nine months after that I was reborn as Rebecca Anna Mitchell. Shortly thereafter it was revealed that my human father, the supposedly smart college professor, was cheating on my sweet human mother. After that secret was known he left her heartbroken and a single parent.

I'm not going to lie, it probably wasn't easy to raise me. Let alone as a single parent, it was almost down right impossible. I wasn't intentionally a terrible child it just happened. I had the knowledge of a full grown angel and the tuggings of dark magic at my soul inside of a childs body. Not a very good combination, and then you add in the wings. I have always had my wings and I always will. When I was a child they were just growing inside of my back. As I got older they grew until finally one day they were big enough to come out and be used. That happened when I was twelve years old. The whole school day my back itched and burned. It was hard waiting till the end of the day because I knew that it was time for me to start flying again. After the last bell I ran to my bike and rode home as fast as I could possibly could. Finally I got home and went to my room, then I opened my window and climbed up onto the roof. I go there when I need peace and quiet or just to think and be on my own.

When I got up there I slowed my breathing and focused on my back. Focused on the heat, the itch, the pain that was starting to radiate. Soon I heard ripping noises come from behind me. It was the sound of both my flesh and clothes being torn apart. I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the pure unadulterated pain that was emanating from the center of my back as my wings sprouted. Through all of the tortuous pain I smiled, I would soon be flying again. All at once there was a sudden flare of heat as the wings unfurrowed out into the cool September air. Then I felt relief as my skin grafted back together with the wings finally out. I felt free and light hearted. Everything was going to be okay now that I was full again, inside and out.

Looking behind me to inspect me wings, I had expected to be met with the sight of a seven foot wingspan and an expanse of pure white breath taking feathers. Instead I had to take a deep breath when I realised that while they were still at a seven foot wingspan, they were also onyx black. They were as dark as the black magic that was used to rebirth me. Never again would I be seen as pure. For those who know what it is, there is no disguising black magic. Nothing could ruin my happiness at that moment though, I was free at last.

Since that day, whenever I need peace I can just go fly for a few hours. There is nothing I wouldn't give to be able to just fly right now. Alas I'm stuck going to my deadbeat dads college. I don't understand why my mom is making me go to school. Let alone his school. She told me that she wants me to have a better education, so that I will have a better chance in life. In actuality, I'm pretty sure she just didn't want to see or fight with her ex. Everyone knows that feeling, so I can kinda relate to her on that. She was depressed for a while after the divorce but she was strong whenever she knew I was near. Being cheated on and the. Divorced would be hard for anyone even an incredibly strong mother. I can't be mad at her then for making me go to college, I mean I know she at least wants the best for me. My dad on the other hand I think he just wants to make himself feel better, but then again I don't know if he can even feel guilt or remorse. Alas I can't stop them from making me go, even though it's just out of respect for my mom that I'm not fighting it.

At least I have my own dorm so that I can have some peace and quiet. I also put in a form to intern at the radio station. Maybe this year won't be as bad as I thought it would, as long as a certain professor doesn't visit me often. For now though I'm going to walk through this activities fair with my headphones blaring.

So it's been a while and this is shorter than I would like it to be. I have some ideas for the next chapter (pretty sure the leading ladies shall meet). Until next time, I hope you enjoyed.

-J