--Fallen Angel--
As I lay here, on the ground, my hair matted with blood, rain pouring down from the sky, slowly washing away my consciousness, I begin to realize something. Something I had been told many times as a child.
I really was an angel.
But not the angel they thought I was.
They all thought I was the perfect little girl: Smart, pretty, nice, and never getting into trouble. They all thought I was happy, but they could never really understand me, the only person who could is miles away.
Everyone always thought I was perfect, that left me no room for mistakes.
That's why I ran away, and just look where that got me.
I try to laugh but only cough up more blood, 'Oh great,' I thought 'I'm dieing, all alone, a fallen angel.'
Short I know, but im in a bad mood, now, even though I was in a good one 5 minutes ago, but my mom is pissing me off, so now im in a bad mood, but I still think this is one of my better stories even if it is short.
