My Dark Angle
Ch. 2
I wake up with light seeping through the cracks in my eyelids, I open my eyes and I find myself in a greasy meadow. I hear music all around me. It's so beautiful here.
"Hello," says a little blonde boy to my right, startling me.
"Dear me! You scared the sh- I mean stuffing right out of me!" I cry.
"I do that a lot. I have a deal for you from the big man Himself."
"Oh, okay what is it?"
"Here's the deal, God is giving you one more chance to relive your life."
"Really?" I question.
"Yes, but since you took your own life there's a catch."
"Wha-what's the catch?" I ask worried.
"Instead of being a regular human or a Light Angel, you will be a Dark Angel."
"A "Dark Angel" you said? What's that?"
"A Dark Angel is someone who is dead, they committed suicide or killed someone, and they have satanic powers, Trisha," explained the boy with saddened eyes.
"… Oh, I see." My eyes start to tear up.
"But you get to see your sisters and grandma!"
"That's true. Can you give me some time to think about it?"
"Sure thing, you have all the time in the world here."
I sat beneath a tree that practically glowed. It had some flowers by it. They were beautiful tulips. There were roses crawling up the tree. I used one of the thorns to prick my finger and looked at the blood to see which destiny I should choose for me. I have psychic abilities and I can tell peoples futures from their blood, including my own.
"It tells me to choose to live again," I whisper. "Little boy!"
"My name's Blake, by the way," he replies.
"Sorry, Blake. I choose to be a Dark Angel."
"Okay, See you later, Trisha." He covers my eyes with his hands, then everything goes black.