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Chapter 5: Past and Present of an Angel

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Angel's Pov

All I could remember about yesterday was that big dog hurting me, and a woman saving me. The pain was too strong. Before the attack, the nights were nearly infinite with cold, loneliness, pain, and more pain. My old life, I don't know what to think of it. I know that I wasn't born on the streets because there is a flash, like a camera going off in my brain that brings back small pieces of my past. But I decided to put those in the back of my mind, though they never really stay there, behind a big locked door in a huge black box in a iron clad cage. The three keys to the door, the cage and the box with my flickers of my past in them, I would try to forget those dreaded objects because they are meaningless to me now, but they always come back, like a rusty penny you try to spend so it will leave you piggy bank.

When I was fully awake in this warm bed all I cold see was bright lights and all white walls. It took some time for my eyes to adjust. I was alone in a bed and I felt numb. I felt numb, literally. Wait, I was numb, no pain, at all, I can't feel my scares. For once in a long time I was happy. I knew I was in the hospital and I knew that it was because of the dog, but I couldn't remember anything else. I had no clue as to why I was in the alley. I knew I was forgetting something, but I didn't know what. Wait, I was alone, where was that lady who saved me? She reminded me of the sun. I remember the man trying to tell me to rest, but I couldn't, I needed to be with her, my sun, my light. I felt safe with her so I asked, begged and pleaded, to be with her. For some reason the man just smiled and gently carried me to her. That is when I slept and am still feeling sleep pulling on me, trying to play me like the puppet I feel like to this mean world.

I woke from my dream when the door opened and that man walked in. I felt a little better knowing that I did remember something.

"Hello" I didn't' know what to say, I-I…Well, should I say anything? I knew I needed to try, I wanted to know where my light had gone to. When I opened my mouth to say something, no words came out. Not a sound. What is going on? I couldn't help it I started panicking. I couldn't' talk. What is this numbness in my brain? Is this normal? I just want to leave. Please Mr. nice man just let me be, please! But if I go, I will never get to see my light again, that nice lady who helped me. I wanted to see her, but I was broken, I must be broken because I can't talk, I'm covered in scares, and I just want to be alone. That lady didn't have to save me, but she did. That is what a mother does for her child. I wasn't her child and she still saved me. For that I would be forever in her debt.

"It's okay." He said. Okay? This feels like a trick. Why am I so scared of a man who helped? Why am I so broken? Broken. Broken. Broken. That's me. I can feel a whole in my heart and head start to rip open. I didn't know if I was ever going to be able to trust anyone. What was wrong with me? Why did I have the feeling that he would be untrustworthy? I feel like I am just clinging onto a ledge of an imaginary cliff and it just letting me have the ability of being responsive.

"I promise not to hurt you. I am a doctor." He said it like he was telling the truth, but I still didn't know if I could trust him. My light trusted him, so should I. My light saved me, but why would she? She saved me from that mean dog and got me here, even though this place scares me, I know this is the place I need to be at. His smile looked real and so did the softness in his eyes. And there was more to him, warmth or a kindness, just like that lady. I have gotten use to truly seeing people. That shell on top was just that, a shell, the real "person" in like a ghost in their body. I learned how to read that ghost. I didn't want this skill, because when people came up to me on the streets I could read there ghost and know just how mean a person was. I couldn't help but shiver in fear of remembering what has happen to me in just the last 6 years.

I thought it would be okay to speak, but, but, but, UGH, I am so confused. Why can't I? WHY? Well he wants an answer, and there isn't much he could do to me that hasn't happened to me before right? I just nodded. As soon as I made that small motion I regretted it. What if everything he said was a lie? What is I was tricked again? What if as soon as I left here they would kick me? What if I was going to be alone again?

"Okay then. What is your name?" he smiled again, You LIAR! I don't want to be hurt again. If he wants me to talk, well too bad, I can't. Just please don't leave ma alone again…"Please? I promise you nothing and no one will hurt you, you just have to trust my word. What's your name sweetie?" He said lovingly. I wanted to giggle at him for calling me sweetie, but I didn't want him to think that I was crazy too. I look a deep breath looked him in the eyes and shook my head. I made the sorriest and most pleading face I could. Please don't punish me, I can't. I don't know why but I just can't. In my head I was just screaming "NO TALK. NO TALK. NO TALK."

"My dear can you talk?" I felt so relieved. I was finally able to answer something he said. I could only shake my head no, I didn't' know why I can't talk my mouth just felt numb. So much screaming maybe, but my mouth didn't hurt. To scared maybe, but I wasn't that scared right now. Why? Why can't I talk?

Without control I let go of the cliff and plunged into an abyss full of my memories.

A/N : WOOT EVERYONE! What did you think?