For some reason, I don't think that what he's saying is nonsense; that he came from heaven, today is judgment day, and whatever. In fact, it amazes me. Sometimes when all else fails, I start to question myself if there really is a god. I pray every day, I do my best for people, but there is still pain around me. Around the world in fact. But for whatever reason, I still have faith in someone I couldn't see.
"How's he like?" I finally asked, looking at Michael, "God, I mean"
Michael, for the first time I saw, slightly smiled. "Like a father, brother, or even a friend"
"I wonder what God thinks of me"
"Why do you want to know?"
"For no special reason. I'm just tired of hearing my dad and brother telling me that I'm such a nice kid when in fact I cause them trouble"
"You want to know the truth?"
"Yes, that's what I want to know. Maybe you could tell me, since you angels also look after us"
Michael smirked, turning his whole body to face me. I never realized how lovely his eyes are until now.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't seen you before" he said.
My eyes widened in disbelief. Even an angel doesn't know who I am.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
He nodded, "I've watched all people, but never saw you. Do you mind telling me why that is?"
"I hope I could. I actually don't know myself. Two years ago, I found myself lying in the desert, with a wound on my head. My step dad, bob, was the one who found me. He took me to the diner and treated my wounds. He asked me who I was and I don't know what to say. I couldn't recall even my name. They told me that I might've had amnesia, but no near hospitals or asylums even have a record of me"
"Why would you look for your profile in an asylum?"
What a perfect question.
Some coyotes in the desert start to howl and I clutched on my gun tighter, while continuing with my life story.
"Do you believe that God could've bestowed power on a human?" I asked, looking at him.
Michael didn't ridicule me and nodded, agreeing to what I said.
"I could read people's thoughts" I confessed for the first time.
The moment I knew I could read minds was also the day Bob took me in. He was fixing the diner t.v. while Percy was watching me, with a smile from behind the counter cooking.
This kid would definitely make bob's problems go away. That was Percy's thoughts two years ago. But I never told anyone else about it. I am assuming that this might be the reason I was abandoned.
No one should be treated differently. To my surprise, I heard Michael's thought loud in clear like he is talking to me.
"Hey"
We both turned around and saw Kyle and jeep arrive carrying big guns.
"We'll take the next shift so you guys could go down and eat" Kyle explained.
I got up took off the coat and gave it back to Michael. I smiled at him for a second, looking straight into his beautiful eyes again.
"Don't worry, I'm used to being treated differently" I realized how alarmed Michael is when I said that and I left him to go down and eat.
Just as I arrived, the place is dark with only two lighted candles and dad placed a good smelling steak on the plate and glides it on the long table to reach me. I sat down quickly, thanked Percy for the spoon and fork and cut into the juicy steak. The first bite made me feel so relieved. After the incidents that happened this morning, I felt like I haven't eaten for many days.
I saw Michael joining me, with still a confused look on his face.
"How could you hear my thoughts?" he asked in a whisper. "I'm no human like you"
"Well maybe my gift has no exceptions" I whispered back and took another bite.
Dad approached us, carrying a plate with steak. "Would you like one, Michael?"
Michael gently refused and got up to stand on guard on the window. In the middle of our dinner, the lights turned on. I'm not saying that I'm not happy for having light again, but I'm still sure that those possessed people are still out there. Coming towards us.
"I'm checking up on Kyle and Jeep" I said and ran towards the ladder.
I went at the back of the kitchen and to the rusty ladder. I grabbed its cold bars and start walking up and pushed the pane again. Jeep pulled me up and went back to his position with Kyle pointing his gun below.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Jeep shushed me and instructed me to move closer and I did. Just at our gas station, a van parked. Both Kyle and jeep aim their guns at the van and I just watched. The driver's door opened and a man went out, putting gas on his car. I'm sure that possessed people doesn't care about an empty fuel. What took my attention more is the little kid inside the car waiting for his father.
"They seem normal" I shared.
But at the other end of the road, I heard loud metal music and we saw tons of cars coming towards our place. I looked back to the man with his son and adrenaline just took over my whole body. Without any second thoughts, I jumped from the roof down to the ground, hearing Jeep curse.
My whole body ached, especially my back, but I forced myself up to get to the van. The cars are getting nearer and I can't just let those possessed people kill anymore. Even if it's God's orders. I ran towards the van and the man was so scared to see me that he fell back.
"Get back in the car!" I shouted and pulled him up.
The other cars parked and the crazy possessed people came out running towards us. The man ran inside the car and as I was about to get in, one of the possessed guy got me on the legs. I screamed and shout, trying to free myself and the man and kid pulling me in. But the possessed guy is just too strong and I could feel his nails, digging inside my skin, ripping it. The pistol is on my pocket and I couldn't reach for it. All of a sudden, gunshots killed the possessed guy and I got in the van and locked the door.
The shots came from Kyle and he continued to kill more that comes.
"Are you okay?" the little boy asked me nicely.
I couldn't help but to smile and muss his hair, "Yeah, we'll be fine before you even know it"
The van starts to rock and the possessed people are all around the car, trying to get us. They scratch the windows, punch the doors and we just couldn't help, but to scream for help.
"Jesus Christ!" the kid's dad shouted, hugging his son.
When I'm already losing hope that we're going to get out alive, a miracle happened. The possessed people screamed as they burn. At first I thought that it was the same thing that happens in the old times; evil people burning to hell. But this is modern day. Michael is outside holding the fuel hose and his gun, making a big flame. When all the possessed people around us are dead, Michael opened the door. It would take only seconds for the car to explode along with the gas station. The father and son ran out towards the diner and Michael pulled me on the arm and we both ran inside the diner as the van exploded.
We fell to the floor and I am shaking all over. Dad pushed his way through the small crowd and shrugged me to reality.
"What the hell were you thinking jumping from the roof like that?! You could've been killed!" dad shouted.
The tears ran down my cheeks not because of dad shouting at me, but the fact that two innocent people could've been killed. Dad hugged me tight and it made me cry more.