That's right, my window. I watched as he flew up to my window, and stared at where he had been in shock for a moment. Then I raced upstairs, and burst into my room to find—nothing. Nothing was out of place, nobody was in my room. I was about to leave when I saw a shadow in the corner. I stared through the doorway, and made my way into the center of the room.

I whispered-called, "Hello? Is anyone in here?" Then I pulled a Dobby. Why would I have to whisper in my own room? "Hello?" I said louder. Again, I saw the shadow in the corner move the slightest bit. I faced it, and asked, "Who are you? Raphael?" A car passed by, and the lights shined in the corner just for a moment. A pale face with black eyes shown, face twisted into a frown.

The shadow—no, Raphael, crossed the room from the corner, looking transparent. I frowned. Where were his wings? I moved back about two steps, and said, "What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer, just stared at me with those onyx eyes. They were warm, cold, curious, and furious all in one. His hair fell into his face, covering one of his eyes, but he didn't try to move it. I got that same feeling I had when I wanted to move the hair from Kent's eyes, but I was hesitant. Then I slowly moved forward, and reached up towards his face. He flinched a little, but barely. I moved the hair from his face, and saw that he was still a little furious.

I flinched away. I didn't want to touch him. He scared me. He softened his stance a little, and he didn't seem so mad anymore.

I turned away, and asked, "Are you even going to speak to me?" I heard him come up behind me, but I still didn't turn around. "Yes," came the very soft reply. I moved forward and sat on my bed. I picked through the trash, and searched until my fingers found the small note that was crumpled.

I picked it up, and handed it to him without looking at him, and asked, "Is this yours?" He said, "Yes."

"Are you going to answer me in complete sentences?"

"No."

"Do you have friends that are like you?"

"Yes."

"Do I know any of them?"

Hesitation, then a very quiet, "Yes."

"What are you?"

No answer.

I looked at him then, where he had sat beside me. "What are you?" I repeated softly. He looked right at my eyes, and said, "You really haven't figured it out?" I threw up my hands, and shrieked, "It speaks! In complete sentences!"

He rolled his eyes. I answered, "No, I really haven't." He sighed, and said, "Do you know anything about Nephilim and fallen angels?" I said, "Fallen angels are those who were cast out of Heaven for awful deeds, and the Nephilim are their children. Right?" He nodded.

"What happens to the fallen angels? What happens to their wings?" he asked. He was all seriousness, nothing else.

"They're ripped out by the Archangels, or any other angel that comes around them. Is that why you're wings are all crumpled?" I added. He shook his head. "Mine are ripped out." He turned around, and I gasped. A bloody V was made in his grey shirt on his back. I slowly scooted away.

I stared at him in utter horror, and said quietly, "You're a fallen angel." He nodded. I opened my mouth again, and said, "Oh my fricking God. I have a fallen angel in my room." The words were processed, and I said, "You're a fallen angel! OH MY FRICKING GOD! YOU'RE A FRICKING FALLEN ANGEL!"
He frowned, and said, "We've already established this, Emery." I rolled my eyes, and suddenly a new thought came to me. I stared right at him, and said quietly, "How did I watch you fly to my bedroom window if you had no wings?"

He answered, "Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you." He shrugged. "Let me see them again," I said. He turned back around, and I lifted his shirt up to the scar. I brought my fingers down on it, and instantly, the world started spinning.

When I opened my eyes, I was in an empty house. I looked around, and saw Raphael was flipping through channels on a couch. I looked over the walls towards a calendar. May of 2012.

A couple months before I met him. Somehow, I knew that if I tried to talk to him, he couldn't hear me, so I kept silent. The front door opened, and a strawberry blond waltzed in. She looked bubbly, and very kleptomatic. For some reason, I instantly hated her.

I didn't know why, but an evil vibe came off of her like a reeking onion. I watched as she slowly moved towards Raphael, taking little twirls, and stopped right in front of him, smiling flirtatiously.

Raphael looked up at her in a bored expression, and said, "Oh, hello, Kate. Stopping by again?"

He sounded a little irritated, but either she ignored it, or didn't hear it, because Kate said in a low voice, "You know it, honey." He rolled his eyes, and said, "Kate, I am going to put this nicely. Please get out of my apartment right now and never come back." I snickered.

Kate didn't leave, she just said, "Can't do that, Raphy. The Archangels have an assignment for you to do." Raphael rolled his eyes again, and said, "What is it?"

Kate said, "You have to save a human life. And this one is a feisty one." She smiled, but her eyes were furious. Raphael said, "Who is it?" Kate then said, "Emery Martinez." The blood ran cold in my body as Raphael narrowed his brow, as if in recognition. I raised an eyebrow, and fell into unconsciousness as the scene was ripped away from me to the present day.

I shook my head and fell off the bed into the wall. "Ow," I muttered. I rubbed my head and looked up. Raphael was staring at me. "What did you see?" he asked. I shook my head, and said, "Please leave." Raphael asked again, "What did you see?" I stood up, and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling him towards my window. "Get out," I said furiously. "I don't need saving."

He grabbed my wrist, and said, "I was assigned to protect you. You don't get a choice." I glared at him. "I know the stories," I said. "You save a human life; you get your precious wings and get bumped back into Heaven. I'm your one-way ticket to Paradise, aren't I? Well, I don't need protecting. I don't need saving. Now let go of me." He let go of my wrist, and said, "I can't leave until my job is done. Remember that." Then he left out of the room from the window, leaving me standing in the middle of my room, staring at open space.

I shut my window, and locked it. I didn't want him coming back. I turned on my radio to try to calm me down. Immediately I calmed down. My favorite song was on, and I started to dance and sing. I twirled around my room, and started singing, "Mama cut out pictures of houses for years. From better homes and garden magazine. Plans were drawn and concrete poured, nail by nail and board by board; Daddy gave life to Mama's dream. Thought if I could touch this place or feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing; out here it's like I'm someone else. I thought that maybe I could find myself. If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave; won't take nothing but a memory from the house that built me." I hummed the rest as I walked down the hall, and downstairs. I heard my sister playing her guitar, and smiled.

I sat down on the couch, and as my eyes got droopy, and I was losing consciousness, I felt a blanket come over my shoulders, and somebody laying me down.

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