Emmett
The fire, the never ending fire. Maybe my angel did take me to hell after all. I thought to myself through the pain. But what confused me was that she stayed with me.
Every time I opened my eyes to check if she's there, she is. She was holding my hand hard.
Suddenly a soft soothing voice said "How are you?" Was it directed at me? I was confused. No one answered. I couldn't bear to open my eyes at that moment so I never saw who it was.
And then I noticed something. The horrible fires had begun to stop. Suddenly I could feel the fingers in my angels hand and the ones on my other side.
Slowly but surly, the pain travelled back down the path it had come from. Further and further it went until it reached my heart and got worse. How could it possibly get any worse? I screamed in my head.
Hotter and hotter and hotter until suddenly it stopped. That startled me. Was it meant to stop? I thought this was hell.
I found that could open my eyes and not grimace or feel the need to close them like I had in the fires. I opened my eyes wide. I studied my surroundings with interest.
I was on a bed, I concluded. A four poster bed with white silk drapes tide to each post. I looked left. There was a door, a fancy white dressing table and a mirror hung on the wall. I looked right and I stared into the eyes of my angel. I sat bolt right up and looked at her, hard.
What had she done to me? She stared back at me then smiled. It was a dazzlingly beautiful smile. She squeezed my hand. "Hello." She said. Her voice was like the most beautiful sounding bell, high and clear and sweet. It was the most amazing sound I had ever heard. "Um…hi." I managed to say in nothing more than a whisper.
I was suddenly over whelmed by the sound of my own voice. It was very different. It sounded deeper and clearer. Better than my old voice. But why had it changed? What was I?