Life Support
By Akari Van Halen
Chapter 5
Discovery
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
A/N: Flame me if you will. I used this as a project for my Creative Writing class, and I needed an 'ending'. Hours of coffee and lack of sleep brought me to this chapter. Enjoy and PLEASE review! Flames go to my email.
I thought my life was over before Angel. Sure I had my friends, but that's not very much of a consolation. I still had no immediate family. Had my parents lived, I still most likely would have been an only child with a mother and a father who would've spent more time taking trips to Aruba with each other than simply spending time with me.
It's no wonder that I turned out to be the person I am today.
I'm serious. If I had my parents around, I would've had better morals, and a better education, or perhaps, a longer life…enough about my past.
I'm only feeling this way because I just realized I'm back where I started. I have too many emotions that I'm afraid to express. I also fear I may have done something wrong in this relationship between Angel and me. This relationship was supposed to be completely mutual. And it was, but I think we may have rushed into things too quickly. After about a month together, we had…'expressed our love' to each other a few hours ago. I thought this would make me feel better, but it didn't. If this was how I felt, then I wonder how Angel was feeling…
"Angel?" I asked.
"Mm?"
"About earlier…how did you feel?"
For some reason, that didn't come out right.
"It was amazing, if that's what you mean," she answered, and then she sat up. "You…you didn't like it?"
"Oh—no! Of course I did!" I said.
"You're in your trail of thought again, aren't you?"
She knows everything, I thought. I then smiled. "Yeah. How did you know?"
"I guess you can say I'm like Cassius from Julius Caesar. I'm pretty observant at times." She paused. "Perhaps that's a bad example."
We laughed for a moment.
"Angel," I asked, "how do you know all this? Have you gone to college?
"No," Angel replied. "Never had the money. I got all these encyclopedias and Shakespeare plays from some community charity thing. When I came out at 16, all my parents did was fight with each other. To keep myself from a bad encounter, I'd stay in my room and read to keep my mind off it all."
"I'm sorry—about your parents' fighting and all," I said. "I never had any parents around me. They died in a car accident. Only I survived."
"Oh my God!" Angel cried, throwing her arms around me. "You never told me that! You said you were distant!"
"I—I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted you to feel like you were compatible with someone."
"No! I'm sorry! You lived so long without any parents; I've had two bad ones all my life and I'm complaining about it! And there I go again! You must think I'm a monster!" she said, looking away from me.
"No," I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer to me. "You're not. We're just two people who are misfits in this world. That just may be why we're together."
Angel smiled at me upon hearing that. We conversed and held each other for the rest of the night. I knew that everything was going to be okay. It will all get better.
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