The pain of the events from the night before began flooding into her body. It was so intense that at first, she didn't notice where she was. Nor did she notice the masked man looking after her. After a few seconds, she began taking in her surroundings. Where am I? How did I get here? She looked all around her to try and find the person who brought her. And she did. What in the name of God! What should she do? What should she say? He just stood there. Isn't he going to explain what happened? How I got here! If only she knew the things going on in his mind.
Oh my God was all he could think. The lighting had been so poor that he couldn't see her face very well the night before. But now as she sat up, he found it hard to move, and even hard to breathe. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, even with her ugly bruises. Her ruby hair fell gently on her small shoulders. Her crystal blue eyes were comforting, and yet they had a deep pain inside them. Her body was the perfect size, although she was very bony. We can fix that. Her hands were delicate, but strong from her difficult life. As he came back to his senses, he realized that she was standing now, rather unstable, looking strait in his eyes. The look seemed to penetrate into his soul it was so intense. "Umm… where exactly am I?" Oh, her voice was like silk. An angel with a voice of silk. "I found you on the streets last night. You were beaten pretty badly. I brought you here and cleaned you up. You should sit back down. You don't need to be moving around that much." "Why not?" It was then that she felt a sharp pain in her chest. It hurt to breathe. He noticed the moment of her realization and replied with, "That's why." Well, it seems I'm going to be here for a while. She began to look around the room. It looked like a tornado had come through there. Papers strewn everywhere, random drawings. What kind of place is this? she thought, getting more afraid as the seconds passed. Sensing her fear, he went over to her and somewhat timidly sat down on the bed beside her. For the longest time they sat there, staring at each other. To Erik, they were moments of sweet ecstasy. She's even more beautiful up close he thought, if it was possible to get any more beautiful. As she gazed upon the masked figure, she noticed his deep blue eyes. They seemed to be filled with an ocean of pain and solitude, and yet she could still see love on the inside, screaming to be set free. After a few minutes of this, she grew increasingly tired. Her eyes began to get lazy and try to close, and she fought for them to stay open. Seeing her apparent fatigue, he gently laid her down into the bed. She rested her head on the pillow, and as she was about to fall asleep she whispered, "Thank you." No, thank you, he thought. He continued to watch over her for a few more minutes until he decided to get some sleep himself. As he left the room, he whispered to himself, "Goodnight Angel."