Chapter 13

I had passed out on the floor last night, no tired to go upstairs. My mom found the six packs in the fridge, but I wasn't in trouble. She called it her fault, she brought alcohol into the house, and funnily she couldn't remember if she put it there.

Ever piece of clothing was over $100 by now, way farther. I groaned, looking outside. It was beautiful outside, a beautiful beach day, like always. I groaned again, I would have gone to the beach today with Angel. "Honey, are you okay?" My mom called from her bed, "Yeah, just tired!" I called back to her. There was a silence, I yawned.

I walked over to the fridge, I was hungry. I picked up the last piece of leftover pizza. "I never told you, I didn't make this." I sighed. I threw the pizza away, it was old. I searched through the fridge, I groaned. Angel would've make breakfast today. I suddenly didn't feel like eating.

I walked out of the fridge, still tired. My mom came down; she was in a robe and slippers. "Can you get me some ice?" she moaned. I got up and went back to the kitchen. I handed her an icepack, "Thanks sweetie, you look tired, rest some more." She patted my cheek and went back up stairs. My mom had a massive hangover; you could see it in her eyes. She was tired too; I groaned and looked at the couch. It looked more comfortable than ever. I fell onto it, suddenly falling asleep.

Angel was glowing, "Justin?" I looked at her longingly. "I miss you." I whispered, reaching out to her. She nodded, looking around. "Shh, keep quiet." She pressed her soft finger to my lip. She retracted her hand and crossed her arms. She seemed sad, really sad. I reached out to her again, "Baby, come back." She frowned, shaking her head. I understood.

She came a little closer, her hand rested on my cheek. "I miss you, its hard being your guardian angel. You can be a handful." She smiled, I blushed. I touched her hand, gently. She smiled gently, "You have yo go back." She slipped her hand away and disappeared.

I woke up, I was sweating all over. I got up panting, "That was weird." I got up and chugged down a bottle of water. I wiped my forehead smiling. It had felt so real, so great. I kept smiling and chugged down another bottle of water.

I eyed some clouds outside, it was windy out. I took a step outside and felt a gust of wind blow through my hair, "whoa!" I shouted, smiling. I looked at people trying to fight the wind, I laughed at them.

I went back inside happily. I felt the room shake, "Earthquake!" I heard my mom scream. I fell to the floor, so did a lot of things. I watched as the knives tipped over and stabbed the floor in front on my face.

I got up and ran outside, "mom," I muttered to myself. I ran back inside for her. I ran up to her room, she was in her bathroom. I pulled her away, getting her outside. I pushed her outside running right behind her.

I could hear people screaming, I held my mom close. She shook with fear, she hated earthquakes. She was absolutely terrified by them. I rubbed my hand, it burned. I looked down at it, it was cut. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around my cut.

The quake stopped not soon enough. I walked inside cautiously. The floor was steady under my feet, I thought I was safe. I had forgotten about aftershocks. The house shook again and I saw the fridge open and the six packs fell out, smashing on the floor.

I threw my hand up, but I felt some glass hit my arm. I looked on the blood on my arm, it burned too. I tried to get up, the house was unsteady and so was I. I kept running until I got out, I ran into my mom. "Justin you're hurt." She cried looking at my bleeding arm.

She pushed me into the car, "Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital." She sped down the familiar road we always took recently. I got out and was taken into surgery. It wasn't that bad, I needed some stitches some places.

The doctor said I was so lucky, a piece of glass was so close to an artery. My mom was rejoiced, I was sad. I could have joined Angel. I flipped my trimmed hair, "Sorry, habit." I hopped of the examination table, frowning. "Can we go now?" My mom nodded and thanked the doctor.

"Justin, I'm going to drop you home. Is that okay?"

"Yeah it's fine, but why?"

"I need to make an agreement."

"Okay, I'll have to clean up."

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll hire someone to do that."

"Is that person me?"

My mom laughed and nodded, she came up to the house and I hopped out the car after kissing her goodbye. I walked inside, my arm hurting a little. I was so close to dying, I sighed. "Angel thanks, but I want to be with you." I started to sweep up the glass and pick up the knives.

I was still tired and still hungry. I threw the glass away and rubbed my stomach. The fridge was still open; I grabbed a tiny yogurt and ate that furiously. My stomach felt a bit better, but not really. I ignored it, eying the knives.

I walked over; I always remembered seeing fans that cut themselves. I told them to never to do it again, but I knew they might ignore me. I picked up the tiniest one. I was so nervous; I had cut myself once, when I was young, after my parents divorced. They were at the point where I had to walk to the door myself. I never told my friends or anyone. It was only once.

I dropped the knife as Angel appeared, "Justin stop, don't do it. It isn't worth it." I broke down in tears, "You almost let me die." I cried. She shook her head, "I'm sorry, I like I said, you're a handful." I nodded, frowning. I really wished none of this ever happened. "Fine," The house shook quickly, but stopped abruptly.

I reached out to her as she faded away, "I miss you." She nodded, sighing. "I know you do." She disappeared and I frowned. I walked out of the kitchen, back to the couch. I fell back, the thought of when we were making out on this and my mom came home. That was awkward, I sighed again.