They say Angels are non-existent. No physical evidence has been documented so they leave it as a simple state of mind or a belief that someone is watching over them to persevere. I know Angels exist.

This story is about a certain angel who did capture my heart even before she died but had to be dead to realize my feelings for her. She was my angel, literally. She broke me and put me back together.

It's not the type of angel your think, it's different than the stereotype angel. Don't believe me? You ever seen an angel? That's what I thought. I could prove anything you think an angel should look like wrong because I was lucky enough to have one.

This angel is the story of my life. She learned from me and I learned from her and we understood each other much better. Two different people who have no chance on regular everyday life now have a chance to be together forever. In the end I owe her everything. ~

The news spread fast around the high school like a wildfire from one person to the next rolling off their lips in a monotone. The news was bad but still it was treated like the newest toy craze. I got the news last of course since I wasn't of social status.

"Hey Amious, did you hear the news about Abre?" Asked my friend sitting down at the circle table throwing his book on my spiral.

"No she doesn't concern us remember Denvi remember?" I snapped looking up at his eyes that were a pair of gleaming glasses.

"Yeah but she died." Denvi reported sitting down to take his books back from me.

"Huh!" I choked as I nearly fell over anime style.

"She died in a car crash last night, she was with a bunch of friends that went head on with another truck and the car was totally smashed. Sucks doesn't it?"

"Yeah just a little!" I snapped, "I would think you'd be a little more sympathetic Denvi."

"Nah her friends were intoxicated and you know my standing on that." Denvi reminded me while pointing to a D.A.R.E button.

"Still she probably wasn't intoxicated, I know her better than that." I replied my head swimming. I felt a sick-churning stomach in my stomach as I set down my cheese sandwich.

"Amious you knew her in the 5th grade and she hasn't talked to you since." Denvi snapped rolling his eyes.

"That's not true she talked to me a lot." I rebelled trailing off at the end.

Denvi sighed, "Yes when she needed to get out of class or needed fast homework. Amious every guy in this whole school wanted that piece of. . .what did they call it?"

"Meat." I inputted.

"Right meat, She didn't like you so move on. She'd dead."

"She wasn't meat and I can't move on Denvi, sure she never paid attention that I was there and probably would die rather than be seen with me but I can't stop loving her." I admitted slamming my hand on the table.

"May I remind you," Denvi started matter-of-factly " She made you what you are today. . . A LOSER!"

"No she didn't it was an accident. . ."

"Then who was that one who was screaming, look he's looking up porn on a teacher and actually got the teacher? Oh and who's boyfriend set the link up so that you'd hit it and who was the one who lead you to it?" Denvi asked sarcastically.

"Abre but still she was just trying to have fun, or something."

"Oh yes have fun by destroying you. You have been called a Pervion since freshmen year cause of it."

"I know Denvi but you don't know her like I do. . .she isn't what you think." I replied looking to the floor. I then put up my spiral in my backpack and slung it over my shoulders. I walked down the aisle in the cafeteria trying to doge all the comments the kids threw at me while a passed. The only comment I remember was, 'You killed her you little Perv and I bet you screwed the dead body!'