Day 3: Dec. 27
The first thing Allen Walker felt was pain. It shot up his arm and twitched in his head. Groaning, he held his arm in front of his face. It was bandaged. Whoever said you couldn't get hurt in Heaven should go to hell.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He shifted his head to the side. Pain raced up and down his body. But in the end he saw what, or rather who, was speaking. A girl. An Asian girl with long, tumbling black hair and delicate features. It was the angel from last night.
Allen had to admit, she looked insanely short sitting in the high backed tall, brass chair. It made her look shorter than she was.
"Heaven's not what I thought it would be." He managed to croak to her. The question in his voice was obvious. He wanted to know her reply.
She looked at him oddly, as if he had gone crazy.
"This isn't Heaven."