To my bestfriend, xxxstrawberriexxx,
This is for her birthday:)))
She hates pink, people who messes with her stuff, and says bad words ALL THE TIME.
The main character is based on you.
Happy birthday!
Author's Note: chapter 2:)))
~This is the unedited version:(
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"The thing that you're telling me, is that you're an angel?" I pointed at the mail-man-turned-to-angel-dude. He smiled. He was wearing a white tunic, with gold accessories all over. I don't know if he has wings, he was too bright to look at.
"Archangel, that's different." He replied, as if talking to a two-year-old.
I laughed. "Okay, you got me. Is it April fools already? 'Cause, you guys totally freaking win the game. I just...I just can't." I shook my head.
"I know this is hard to explain." He continued, pure sympathy in his voice. "But the truth is always hardest to accept."
"No, this is not the truth! This is a hallucination. I'm just fucking-" He grabbed my hands.
"Calm down. Let's not panic here, alright?" His voice was soothing, I immediately sat down on the floor. He sat in front of me.
I breathe in and closed my eyes. The angel patted me on the back, telling me encouraging thoughts. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Wha...What's wrong with me?" I asked, desperate for any confirmation that I am not insane. The angel smiled.
"I came here to clarify a few things for you, and I know this is too much, but hopefully in the end you'll understand what's happening and not be afraid, promise?" he asked. I nodded, still shaking from everything.
Holding my hands, he said. "You see, angels have always been around, we just didn't communicate with mortals."
"But, does that mean heaven is...real?" I gasped.
"What? No, I'm not talking about the angels of your religion here. We are called angels because that's what we are, immortal beings that has the power over light. We shouldn't talk about metaphysical matter here." He continued.
"Huh?" I asked, but he ignored me.
"Anyway, that was before the Division. You see, some angels got ahold of dark light, which was basically the opposite of our powers. It corrupted them, which in turn made them the fallen angels, or demons."
"Demons? Wait a minute, you're saying that demons are freaking real-" he cut me off.
"So, we, the First angels, decided to break the ancient rule of never using our powers to hurt others, and marked the fallen angels with specific punishments. The markings are like a tattoo, just like yours!" he pointed to the burnt mark on my hand.
My eyes widened. "That doesn't mean that...that I'm a..."
"Yes, yes, anyway, where was I? Oh, well, after sending those fallen angels to earth, we agreed to form the group of archangels, angels who must fight off demons. We also agreed to take in mortals as angels, and these angels became guardians of humans here, on earth. Humans call that kind of angel a guardian angel." He stopped.
"And?" I urged him. Seriously, he never answered my questions.
"Well, that's it, I guess. We became the archangels, leaders of the angels, and humans who pass our test get to become angels. An archangel's job is to fight those fallen angels, while an angel's task is to guide humans away from darkness." He summarized.
I stared at my hands. "What does that has to do with all this?" I asked.
The archangel didn't look happy. "Yeah, that's the problem. An angel is forbidden to have sexual relationships with other beings. But fallen angels, however, doesn't have any rules, but children of either an angel or a demon is dangerous." He explained.
"What exactly are you saying?" I looked at him.
"Well, you have certain powers over light, yet you have that mark on your hand." He took my left hand, the one with the burnt mark, examining it.
"Are you saying that I'm an...an angel or something?" I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. Me?
"Yes, you are the child of an angel, but only fallen angels or demons can have those kind of tattoos. You have to understand this, Annabeth, but this has never happened before." He looked at me.
"Understand what!?" I yelled, my eyes wide and my mind shocked.
"You're not human, one of your parents is an angel, and the other is a demon. You're a Nephilim, half-angel, half-demon." He finished.
~~O~O~O~~
I just stood there, drinking all this weird information.
What kind of life do I have that one day, my life is perfectly normal, then one day, angels fall from the sky to tell me I'm one of them. What the hell?
"How...how is this possible?" I asked.
He shook his head. "An angel falling in love with a demon is extremely rare and the archangels isn't happy about it."
"The archangels? You mean a bunch of light-weilding guys are after me?"
"No, but you are in danger, as demons will try to corrupt you in joining them because of your powers."
I shook my head.
"I'm a Nephilim?"
He nodded sympathetically. "Yes, half-angel, half-demon."
I exhaled. No, this isn't real. I blinked my eyes, trying to break free of this hallucination. I dropped to the floor, my eyes were starting to water.
Then there was a knock on the door.
"Annabeth? what's going on?" My dad's voice.
I looked up and saw my dad standing in the doorway. He was looking at me funny, so I must have a weird expression on my face. But I don't care.
"Dad!" i stood up and ran to the door. Beside my dad were my two idiot brothers, but even them looked concerned. I laughed and hugged them, I was so relieved someone who wasn't some weird angel guy was here with me. The day has been fucking crazy.
"Dad! You won't believe what happened!" I began. My dad frowned.
"What happened? What are you doing here, you're supposed to be in school!" He said.
"What? Aren't you paying attention? Something happened at school! I was checked in on this hospital because there was this huge light coming from my hands!" I yelled.
My dad looked confused. "What are you talking about? I've been looking everywhere for you! Your teacher's said you didn't go to school today. Where were you?" He asked.
"What? That's not true! Look, dad, There was this accident at school, and I fainted and woke up in a hospital! They told me I could leave so I went home. Look, there's even an angel here-" I froze.
"What angel?"My dad asked me. My mouth hang open.
The "angel" wasn't there anymore.
"But...but really, he was here! And he was telling me...'' My eyes started tearing up.
"Annabeth please, tell me the truth. Are you alright? Did you go drinking with your friends? 'Cause you're not making any sense Annabeth." He placed his hand on my forehead. I just stood there. My brothers were staring at me, confusion in their faces. I'm confused too. I looked over the cabinet were the angel sat. I know it was real, I just couldn't admit it. But now I'm not so sure if I just fell on the road and broke my common sense.
My eyes spilling over tears, I shoved my dad's hand and walked out the door. I ran straight across the street.
"Annabeth! Where are you going?" My dad yelled after me.
Where am I going? I don't know. Away from here, where i can't seem to know what's real or what's not. I'm crying now, and I want to fucking slap myself for going crazy. I always told myself never to cry. And now I'm crying while running across the street like a maniac. Maybe I am.
I ran faster, trying to drown the sounds of my sobs. A nurse told me I was okay, an angel told me I'm half-angel, half-demon. I believed them both. Then my dad says I must be going crazy. I believe him too.
I stopped in my tracks, catching my breath. I closed my eyes.
Everything's fine, I told myself. I just need to rest for a while, and all will be back to normal. I gave myself a mental pat on the back. I breathe in.
I walked and knocked on the door across the street.
~~O~O~O~~
"Hello?" I called out. I've knocked several times, but there's still no answer.
Maybe he's in the hospital too, I thought.
I was about to turn around when The door opened. A tall lady, with blonde hair, strong figures and a fierce look answered.
"What?" She asked, irritated.
"Umm..." I twirled my hair in my hand. "Is..Is Luke here?" I blurted out. She just sighed.
"Luke! Some girl is looking for you!" She yelled. A muffled response came from inside, then a smiling boy appeared next to the lady.
"Annabeth! Are you alright?" he asked.
I looked down. "Oh, um...I guess so." My voice came out shaking. Luke frowned. His mother-I think-got bored of our conversation and went back inside. Luke turned back, waiting until his mom was out of earshot, then he looked back at me.
"What happened back there?" He asked, his voice serious.
My eyes widened. "You...you saw that?" I asked. I was shocked. So I wasn't just hallucinating!
"Yes! I saw this weird light thing coming from you hands. Annabeth, what's going on?" He replied.
"Honestly? I don't know. Are you saying that what happened back at school...is real?" I whispered.
He looked back. His mom was still out of sight.
"Come on, let's talk in my room." He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside his house.
~~O~O~O~~
I've been to Luke's house several times before. Of course, that's not unusual. He is my best friend. But my visits to his house became less and less when his father died. He never really talked about it. I guess he just wanted to shut it out of his life for good, and me going to his house might just give more issues.
But I know you can't just run away from your problems.
"So..." I began. His house was the same as I remembered. Pretty, big, and full of pictures of Luke. I always known Luke came from a high-class family, but i never envied him. My family is much happier. Luke was leading me across the living room. His bedroom was upstairs.
"Not here." He pulled my arm and looked back at his mom, who was still busy in the kitchen. Whatever he was going to say, he didn't want his mom to know.
We walked upstairs and into his room, which was big enough for the two of us. I sat on his bed while he sat cross-legged on the floor, us facing each other.
I rubbed my elbows, suddenly nervous. I know i could trust Luke, but what if he won't believe me like my dad?
"Annabeth?" He said. I snapped away from my thoughts and looked at him.
"Yeah?"
"What happened there at school? I mean, what...how did you do that?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I don't know Luke. I've been trying to make sense of everything but I just...I can't." I buried my head into my hands, tears spilling again. I could feel Luke stand up and sit beside me, rubbing my back.
"It's okay." He said. "I'm confused too, but we're going to get this all cleared up, okay?" He nudged me.
I looked up and stared at him. His bright blue eyes were soothing, and his smile was really infectious, sometimes he makes me laugh by just grinning. I always looked at him like a sister asking guidance to an older brother, though he was just a year older than me. His my best friend, and I know everything about him the way he knows everything about me.
Still crying, I recounted everything that happened to me after I blacked out at school. The hospital, the nurse, the mail man at our house. But most especially the angel that told me the disturbing news. Luke didn't say anything, but his eyes were wide and his eyebrows were furrowed, as if watching a movie too complicated for him. When I was done telling my story, I grabbed a pillow and cried on it. Luke patted my back and waited for me to finish.
When I managed to stop sobbing, I turned to him."So...how about you?" I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. "What happened after I left?"
He ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, I don't remeber much, really." He began. "But, when the light faded, you were unconscious. They took you to the hospital. I demanded to visit you, and they allowed me. I was watching you at the hospital room when a nurse told me I have to leave, so I did. I went back to school, and well..." he stopped.
"Well what?" I grabbed his hand. "What's wrong?"
He grabbed my hand and looked at me. "Annabeth, nobody remembers what happened. Everyone just said that they didn't see you at school today. The teachers and staff, they don't recall you going inside the school. They all said you were absent!"
I gulped, trying to arrange my thoughts. "But...But you believe me, right?" I asked him. He nodded.
"Of course I believe you, I saw everything." He replied.
"So I'm not hallucinating, I'm...I'm not crazy?" I looked into his eyes.
He smiled. "Of course you're crazy! But you're still my best friend." He laughed.
I slapped him on the arm. "Ow!" He yelped. I laughed too.
"It's just, there was this angel who were telling me some stuff. It was all freaking weird, but somehow it kinda made sense. Then my dad came and told me it wasn't real. I just...don't know what's real anymore." I dropped on the bed and into one of the pillows.
"Fuck everything, it doesn't matter what's real or not. Just remember, I'll always be here, I'm your friend." He grinned. I laughed.
"Yeah, you're always there, like a pimple on my face." I teased.
He placed his hand over his chest. "Ouch, that hurt. I can't believe my best friend said that." He said with mock pain. I threw a pillow at him.
"Okau, okay. I guess you'r going to sleep on my bed now." He said. I smiled.
"Yep." I said.
He just rolled his eyes and smiled at me. "We'll talk about this later." He pointed at me.
"Good night." I yawned.
"Good night." He said, leaving and closing the door. He flicked the switch and turned off the lights. I closed my eyes.
I wonder if I'll be able to sleep in darkness again.
~Unedited due to lack of time:(( Sorry.
