Review reply: Schizophrenic (hey I spelled it right first try!) Squirrel: Thanks for the extra info! It's going to be hard developing all seven characters, but I'll try. Hell, maybe when I finish writing this, I'll redo it (i.e. Monica out, Sylvia or something in) and post in on Fiction Press. That's a great idea, thanks. And I'm flattered. I wasn't planning on using all of them, but then I thought, what the heck. A whole gang of overpowering control-freak male-angels could sorta be the comic relief. So I used them all. Well, this chapter is not all that funny, although it kills me not allowing random things to happen. I really really really wanted a gorilla to pop into her room but it wouldn't have worked with the plot.
Disclaimer: I don't own, and don't want to own, the Advil company. I also do not feel compeled to steal TBAA, because I am only using Monica, and only so that I can keep it on FanFiction.
Right-y-o, here it is,
Chapter three: Only hurting a little: reprise
I take a long shower, scrubbing every inch of my body. The soap rinsing off my skin gives me hope that I can forget last night's incident. Stepping out of the shower, I ring out my sopping hair and dry myself off. Still, I feel shaken. What's wrong with me? I have had sex before, why should what he did be any different?
Because I didn't want him too. I reply to my own question. Buck up, you wimp, I tell myself. It's not the end of the world. Still, facing the cruel faces of the people at school seems impossible.
"Mary!" My father calls me to breakfast. I slip on a pair of black jeans and a Pink Floyd concert tee shirt underneath a red zip-up. Putting on a heavy amount of eye makeup, I slink upstairs to a kitchen smelling of bacon.
"Oh, honey bunch, your hair is all wet and hanging in your eyes!" My mom proceeds to braid my hair down my back. It doesn't do much, leaving the shorter green wisps to fall back into my face. I eat my breakfast in silence. Not feeling well enough to go to school, but definitely not immature enough to complain to my parents. As soon as I finish my toast, I can feel it all coming up again. Running to the sink, I make it just in time, vomit landing directly into the stainless steel bottom.
"Oh, Darling! You're sick!" My mother insists that I go back to bed. I tell her that I will take an Advil and read a little. I dread laying back down.
"I hope you feel better soon, honey." My father says, and leaves for work. Half an hour later, my mother does the same. I sit in my room and try to read Sunshine, hopelessly. My mind keeps wandering back to last night, to the man in the angel outfit.
Suddenly a heavenly light shines in my room and seven men are standing there, glowing and brilliant. Normally trying to crowd seven people into my room would be a tight squeeze, but these men are not cramped together at all.
"We are the seven archangels. We have come to help you get through your time of crisis." Somehow I know that the speaker is called Gabriel.
Angels! My mind screams, and I curl up into a ball. The greasy man had been an angel.
"Do not fear, child, we will not hurt you." Uriel says calmly. I whimper. My mind begins to race, how can I get out of this room?
"Do not leave, Mary, we can follow, just relax." Now I know that I can't trust these guys. That's almost exactly what the Greasy Angel had said. "Nobody out there can help you, baby. Just relax, it will only hurt a little." I shudder.
"If you really want to help me, just leave! I can take care of myself!" I scream into their faces. The archangels' placid expressions turn to outrage.
"You need us! We are here out of goodness to help you! Do not turn away charity!" Saraquel is the first to find his voice.
"I will turn away anything and everything that I want! If you really wanted to help, you would have sent a woman; a female angel who could understand me. You blew it, oh mighty 'archangels' now get out of my room before I call the police." This raises a laugh.
"Your human threats do nothing to invoke terror in us. But we will respect your wishes," Gabriel pauses, "For the time being." They disappear.
I go to the bathroom and blow my nose. This, in turn causes me to have a nosebleed. (a/n I just had one so I felt compelled to put it into the story) I spend ten minutes trying to stop the flow of blood and ten more mopping up the red mess. Finally I go back into my room. Is the world out to get me? I wonder. What did I do wrong? My life seems to be a series of terrible events lately.
Flopping onto my bed, I succumb to having a little nap. In my last thoughts before I drift off, I decide to go to the library once I wake up.
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