Chapter Two
I am the angel of lost souls
Chylde of pain borne unto darkness
I dwell amongst the shadows
Of what may have been
A myriad of broken promises
And shattered dreams my burden
Yet still I move on
With broken wings and tears of blood
For in my heart and soul I know
That there exists more than this
Somewhere beyond the shadows
If only I can find it.
-Unknown
I bolt through a forest trying to escape him. I flee as fast as I can, knowing I am about to give out from exhaustion. I hear him behind me, striding at a leisurely pace, laughing at me.
I stumble into a clearing and as I am trying to get up, all the mental, physical, and emotional pain that I have experienced over the years hits me at one time. I hear him behind me and manage to scramble under a very daunting willow tree. My back hits the trunk and I realize I have no place to run as he enters my hiding place.
The man stands six feet tall, his shoulder length ebony hair framed his face, and his indigo eyes sparkled with amusement. I look away, trying to hide my hurt and anger. He walks over and lifts my head, the amusement gone from his face, and looks directly into my eyes.
"You can not escape me for I am in your blood and your mind. I am the only one who truly cares for you. And if you allow it, I will take care of you forever, my Karah."
I awoke to the caterwauling of some band on my alarm clock. It was 7:10 and I am late. I dress in record time and scramble downstairs.
"Donovan, Can I get a ride to school?"
"Well, look who's decided to join us?"
"Shut up Max! Whatever."
"Thanks."
I hurry and get in the back seat as they climb in and start it up. Twenty minutes later, we arrive.
I jump out of the car before it stops moving and rush towards where Gabriel is waiting. I immediately jump into a hug and start whispering in his ear.
"I am sorry. I overslept. Please do not be mad."
He kisses me on the mouth and says in my ear, "We will talk about this later." The tone he uses sends shivers of fear down my spine. As we step apart the five minute bell rings. He walks me to my English class where I give him one more kiss before we part.
"I will see you in history."
I nod and walk inside and take out my poem we were supposed write and get ready to make the presentation.
" Everyone will come up when I call you and present your poem. No exceptions. If you do not have it then it is a zero in the grade book. The first one up is Karah Devine."
"Let the pain seep out
Tear open my skin
Let my cries be heard
Forgotten truths within
Unwanted in this world
Rejected mutation
A hidden reality
A reanimation
Tear-stained insomnia
Blood-curtailing screams
Death becomes appealing
Under the mask of dreams
A single sharp blade
Glistens in the light
Whispering screams made
In the depths of night
Arms covered in blood
That spills on to the floor
To breathe never again
A life nevermore"
"Ms. Devine the assignment was to write a 20 line poem with a minimum of 4 words that takes a emotion you really feel. Now your poem fits all but the last criteria, but until you re-do it I am afraid the best I can really give you is a 65. Now I want the assignment on my desk by 3:00 o'clock tomorrow or you fail the assignment and you can't afford that can you."
"No, sir I cannot."
I barley held in my anger. They are such assholes assuming that I cannot feel like this. That my life is so perfect and nothing ever goes wrong so I should not feel anything less than grateful than the life I have.
I go and sit down before I get in more trouble. As the other students read their poems, I wish someone would kill me to end the misery. When the bell rings, I grab my stuff and hurry out of there before Mr. Stanley thinks of anything to keep me after class.
I go to World History and get accused of not paying attention to a video and when Mr. Halls Questions me and I answer all the questions correctly I get detention. After that I go to Biology to get a failing grade on a project because the baseboard was the wrong color.
Psychology I got detention again because I made Mrs. McCracken look like an idiot because I knew more about the subject than she does. In Algebra II, I get another failing grade because I got one number in a decimal problem wrong.
By the time, I got to art I was ready to rip someone' s throat out. I sat down and got out my sketch book, grabbed my cd player and put on some Korn letting loose their hypnotic lyrics letting go of everything.
The dream from last night took over my mind and my hand just started drawing the scenes. I got so lost in my world that the bell ringing caught me off guard. I hurriedly put my sketchbook and pencil into my bag not even b0thering with my c.d. player. I stood and started to rush out door but the world started to go topsy-turvy and my world went black.