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Shelly's POV:
Dear Diary,
Guess what? You give up? Already? All right, all right, I'll tell you. I think Eric is the one! I've never met anyone like him before. He's everything I asked for and more. He's definately beyond a shadow of a doubt a saint. Remember that little girl I wrote you about? Sarah? He never objects when I bring her to the apartment for dinner or a sleepover. In fact, it's just the opposite! Sometimes he invites her to watch his band practice. . .she loves that! Eric is always buying her and me stuff too. He doesn't stop there either, before he starts each show he always says a special 'hi' to us. He treats Sarah like a princess, and I must admit. . .it's a real turn on. You know what, I take back what I said earlier. He's no saint. He's an angel. My dark Angel. Darla's POV: Dear Diary,
Damn! I haven't written an entry in this thing since I was fourteen. . .when I had Sarah. I just read my last entry. I was bitching about the kid's constant crying. Lemme tell you, the next twelve years were hell. More for her than for me I guess. I never took care of her, until recently. I had one hell of a wake up call, that's for damn sure! I was shooting up with Funboy one night, when this freakish looking guy came in. At first I thought I was hallucinating because of the morphine. Funboy was high as a kite and shot him. The psycho didn't die though. He healed real quick. The guy came after Funboy and I watched the mysterious stranger kill him! Then he turned towards me. I was scared shitless. He didn't hurt me though. . .at least not physically. His words hurt though. Then again, I guess the truth always does. At least thats what I've been told. It was the strangest thing. He grabbed my arm and squeezed it a little and the drugs I had shot up poured out of the holes. For the first time, I could see how wrong my life was. He told me my little girl was waiting for me. How he knew about her, I don't know, nor do I care. Sarah and I have a great relationship. I have a new job, we're moving to a new neighborhood, and everythings getting better. All thanks to a dark angel. Sarah's POV: Dear Diary,
It's been a year since Eric was resurrected. I miss him so much. Shelly too. They were great, always there when I needed them. I cried myself to sleep for them everynight. Last year, when I saw Eric again. I thought my heart was going to explode. My wish came true! I wish he could've stayed, but I know Shelly would miss him on the other side. I owe so much to them. Not just 'cause they took care of a brat like me, but they put up with me. . .they loved me. When Eric came back, he continued to protect me. Not only that, but whatever he did to my mom sure as hell worked. She's actually pretty decent now that she's sober. I never take off the ring he gave me. I know I could never forget them but I still refues to take it off. It annoys my mom. . .making it all the more fun for me of course. It's just nice to have something of theirs. Besides Gabriel. We adopted him. That would make Shelly and Eric happy. They would like to know he's being taken care of. God, I miss them so much. At least now I know that the scum who did this to them are gone. Thanks to that angel Eric. Yeah, that's what he is. He's my guardian angel, he's just gotta be. Although I guess he doesn't look much like how an angel's supposed to. He's too morbid looking. It doesn't make a difference to me either way. He will always be there, watching over me. I know he will. My dark angel forever
Guess what? You give up? Already? All right, all right, I'll tell you. I think Eric is the one! I've never met anyone like him before. He's everything I asked for and more. He's definately beyond a shadow of a doubt a saint. Remember that little girl I wrote you about? Sarah? He never objects when I bring her to the apartment for dinner or a sleepover. In fact, it's just the opposite! Sometimes he invites her to watch his band practice. . .she loves that! Eric is always buying her and me stuff too. He doesn't stop there either, before he starts each show he always says a special 'hi' to us. He treats Sarah like a princess, and I must admit. . .it's a real turn on. You know what, I take back what I said earlier. He's no saint. He's an angel. My dark Angel. Darla's POV: Dear Diary,
Damn! I haven't written an entry in this thing since I was fourteen. . .when I had Sarah. I just read my last entry. I was bitching about the kid's constant crying. Lemme tell you, the next twelve years were hell. More for her than for me I guess. I never took care of her, until recently. I had one hell of a wake up call, that's for damn sure! I was shooting up with Funboy one night, when this freakish looking guy came in. At first I thought I was hallucinating because of the morphine. Funboy was high as a kite and shot him. The psycho didn't die though. He healed real quick. The guy came after Funboy and I watched the mysterious stranger kill him! Then he turned towards me. I was scared shitless. He didn't hurt me though. . .at least not physically. His words hurt though. Then again, I guess the truth always does. At least thats what I've been told. It was the strangest thing. He grabbed my arm and squeezed it a little and the drugs I had shot up poured out of the holes. For the first time, I could see how wrong my life was. He told me my little girl was waiting for me. How he knew about her, I don't know, nor do I care. Sarah and I have a great relationship. I have a new job, we're moving to a new neighborhood, and everythings getting better. All thanks to a dark angel. Sarah's POV: Dear Diary,
It's been a year since Eric was resurrected. I miss him so much. Shelly too. They were great, always there when I needed them. I cried myself to sleep for them everynight. Last year, when I saw Eric again. I thought my heart was going to explode. My wish came true! I wish he could've stayed, but I know Shelly would miss him on the other side. I owe so much to them. Not just 'cause they took care of a brat like me, but they put up with me. . .they loved me. When Eric came back, he continued to protect me. Not only that, but whatever he did to my mom sure as hell worked. She's actually pretty decent now that she's sober. I never take off the ring he gave me. I know I could never forget them but I still refues to take it off. It annoys my mom. . .making it all the more fun for me of course. It's just nice to have something of theirs. Besides Gabriel. We adopted him. That would make Shelly and Eric happy. They would like to know he's being taken care of. God, I miss them so much. At least now I know that the scum who did this to them are gone. Thanks to that angel Eric. Yeah, that's what he is. He's my guardian angel, he's just gotta be. Although I guess he doesn't look much like how an angel's supposed to. He's too morbid looking. It doesn't make a difference to me either way. He will always be there, watching over me. I know he will. My dark angel forever