A/N: This is chapter 2, The Decision, I hope everyone enjoys it. I am already writing chapter 3 and I can't wait to get that out for my readers. Please tell me what you think, I would love some reviews and to hear everyone's opinions. I am sorry if I have grammatical errors, etc... it is not perfect.

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My Dark Angel

Chapter 2

The Decision

Jacob was waiting by my truck for me like he always did every morning before school. He grabbed my door and opened it, knowing how clumsy I was he never chanced me multitasking – carrying books and opening a door at the same time was something I sometimes found difficult. For any other normal person, that simple task was no problem, but for me, big problem.

"Hey Jake," I said as he grabbed my backpack and held the door open for me. I took the moment to admire his body as I stepped out of the truck. He had grown so much this past year; it was astonishing just to experience the drastic change. One day he was barely taller than me, and the next he was a whole head above me. It literally felt like I could see him growing. He was incredibly muscular too, every part of his body defined to the fullest. Not to mention he was permanently tan, no matter what season it was, he was the beautiful bronze I had always known him to be. Unfortunately, I am amazingly pale, which contrasts me and Jacob to extremes. He looks like the sun and I end up looking like death. Sometimes it would bother me how different Jacob and I were, but he never seemed to mind, or even notice. Jacob was Jacob, if he liked something, he'd stick to it.

"Hey Bells," Jacob said as he dropped my bag to the ground and pulled me in for a bear hug. His hugs were always so warm and inviting, I appreciated every single one of them, but not this time. This time I felt guilty for this hug. I suppose the reason for my guilt was because of the dream. I felt like I had gone behind Jacob's back and committed a crime. Even though I hadn't, I still didn't feel right when he hugged me. It was as if I didn't deserve the hug, but I couldn't help it.

I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me. He held onto me even harder then slowly pulled his face away to look at mine. Oh man! Why now? If a hug made me feel guilty, what was a kiss going to do? I cleared my mind and kept telling myself there was nothing to feel guilty about. I didn't do anything wrong, I had a dream, that was all. Like I told Renee, It's not like the end of the world... Everything is fine. Just breathe.

Jake's strong smooth lips caressed my own and I forgot everything that I was thinking. I welcomed the warm kiss and let it allow my mind to wander. It was a stupid thing to have done because right when I let it free, I saw him. The boy. He was standing in front of me in the forest. My mind was showing him out of pleasure, I had tried to bar him up inside my brain but he forced his way out. He escaped my prison and flew through my head with such force it hit me like a brick. I quickly shifted my head away from Jacob's without even thinking. Anything to get rid of the image.

"What are you doing Bella?" Jacob asked surprised, I realized what I had just done and instantly apologized to him.

"Sorry! I don't know why I did that." I tried to mend the situation. I didn't know if Jacob took that as a slight form of rejection or what, but I was not prepared for what he did next.

"Don't you apologize baby; sometimes I underestimate my own skills. Are you prepared now?" Apparently Jake took my abruptness as a form of him dazzling me. If any other situation, I would have laughed, but what he did next expelled every bit of that possibility. He leaned forward with a smirk on his face and pulled me in for another kiss. NO! I can't see him again! As a reflex, I instantly jabbed Jacob in the face, again without even thinking of what I was doing. Usually when he said these things and grabbed me for another kiss I would roll my eyes at him and say something like, "yeah right Mr. Stud, keep thinking that," but this time was different, a whole punch in the face different.

"Sorry!" I shouted as I jumped from realization and shock. I couldn't believe I had just punched him. What is going on with me? I couldn't understand why I was reacting this way; it was ridiculous.

"Ow! What was that for? Why are you being so feisty?" Jacob held his nose pretending it was hurt. I knew I had punched him, but I also knew that I was terrible at punching in general, which would have rendered the fact that he wasn't even hurt. He just wanted a chance to tease me like always. "That really hurt Bella, I might have to get stitches," he continued to complain to me about the tremendous pain he was in.

"Stop being such a cry baby Jake," I said to him, trying to force a stern face as I looked at him, though inside I was laughing. He was really funny to watch when he tried to pull the baby charade, but I knew better. "You aren't even bleeding."

"Oh really? Are you a doctor now Bella?" He said, the teasing was definitely apparent. "I'm sure I would know if my own nose was bleeding," he continued to ramble on.

"Jacob, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this one out. You aren't bleeding; I have come to the conclusion that you are a big baby, end of story," I said slightly annoyed, but having some fun now. He was cute when he did this, annoying, but cute.

As Jake kept rubbing his nose, the warning bell rang to get to class. I grabbed my bag while Jacob shut my car door. We walked to first period together, which we both had, 11th grade literature. I loved writing, I especially loved reading, and I loved everything to do with literature. My favorites were the workings of Jane Austen. Her romances were always beautifully written and never failed to make me cry. How Austen captured the essence of love was magnificent, she truly had a wonderful talent.

Jacob and I sat down in our normal seats, middle of the classroom, not too close to the teacher and not too far away either. My friends Angela and Ben sat right behind us, they were dating like me and Jake, except they have been together for only a year now. Jacob wasn't really friends with them; he didn't really have many friends at this school to be quite honest. The main reason was because he just transferred to Forks High School last year. He had previously attended school on the Quileute reservation, but he decided he wanted to spend more time with me, resulting in his decision to transfer. He loved his old school and his friends at La Push, but he loved me more and would rather be with me all day then with them. Every once in a while I would catch him staring out the window in class looking into the woods surrounding the school, wondering if he was lonely. Not lonely in a relationship sort of way, but lacking his friends kind of lonely. I could see that he misses them, and I've told him I'd be fine if he went back to his old school, but he refuses. He constantly tells me that he would never want to leave me here and that he could see his friends anytime anyways. For the sake of argument I would always agree with him and drop the subject.

The late bell rang and Mrs. Elmore walked towards the door to close it. Mrs. Elmore is a new teacher; she had just transferred to Forks from San Antonio, California. She hates the cold and wet even more than I do. It was one of the few things we hand in common, besides our love for literature.

The tall, young, slender woman began closing the door when Mike Newton suddenly ran into her from the hallway. She was holding a stack of papers as he collided with her, but not anymore. They were flying everywhere and Mike was frantically trying to catch the ones still flowing in the air. "S-sorry," he said nervously as he handed her one paper he was able to catch. Mrs. Elmore gave him a very sullen look as she snatched the paper from his hands. He took that as a sign to sit down in his seat and not talk for the rest of the period.

"What a marshmallow," Jacob whispered into my ear with a smirk on his face. I couldn't help but laugh, which caused Mrs. Elmore to glare at me. I stopped in that instant, she must have thought I was laughing at her while she was picking up the rest of the papers. The last thing I ever wanted was Mrs. Elmore to hate me.

When she finished collecting the fallen papers, she spoke to the class for a few minutes about an assignment and then sat down at her desk. Apparently we were supposed to study with each other for a test on a short story we had read earlier in the week. Tomorrow was Friday, I hated taking tests on Friday, but this one didn't bother me much. I already knew every possible detail about the story, so there was really no need in studying. Jake on the other hand could use the help, but he never truly cared. Instead we would always sit and talk the entire class until the bell rang for second period.

"Hey Bells, next weekend there's gonna be a bonfire down at the Res. You wanna go?" Jacob asked excitedly, "Quil and Embry are dying to see you," Jacob nudged me in the arm with his shoulder and gave me a teasing look. His two best friends Quil and Embry had always liked me. Not in a non-friendly kind of way though. However, they always liked having me around. I considered them to be two of my closest friends. Whenever Jacob, Quil, Embry, and I hung out, we always had a blast. Every second would be filled with laughter. After we were done spending time together, our stomachs would be soar from laughing so hard. It always comforted me to know that Jacob had such good friends. He was surrounded everyday by people who loved him and cared for him, which made me very happy to know.

"Yeah I wanna go, did you really have to ask?" I said sarcastically. He usually just drags me along to places even if I don't want to be there, so for him to ask me was a bit of a surprise. "And I can't wait to see Quil and Embry, I miss those two." Jacob laughed at my comment and smiled at me.

"They are gonna be thrilled," he grinned. Jacob loved bringing me to La Push, and I loved going. There was never any conflict when we had to be there; I was always more than willing.

"I bet they are," as I said that, Mrs. Elmore sat up from her seat and began talking to us again.

"Alright, now that you have had time to prepare yourselves for tomorrow's test, I will now pass out some additional key terms that you will all need to know," everyone groaned when she said the word "key terms." My classmates were absolutely lazy, and did not want to do a single thing when it came to literature. It was like they honestly did not care for school or anything inside its walls.

As Mrs. Elmore passed out the papers, everyone began to pack up their belongings. The bell would ring any second now. As I grabbed a paper, it sounded and I was left scrambling to finish packing up. Jacob was already done and prepared to go to his next class, Spanish. He waited for me patiently like he always did, knowing that only rushing me made me even more uncoordinated.

I finally finished packing up and noticed that most of the class was already gone walking to second period. Sadly, I didn't have Spanish next with Jacob; instead I had trig with a very talkative Jessica Stanley.

Jacob and I left Mrs. Elmore's classroom and headed down the hall for our classes. I hadn't talked to Jacob much at all today. I tried not to, until I could completely clear my head. The memories of the dream still lingered in my mind. No matter what I did, I couldn't get rid of the images. The boy would be forever frozen into my memory, even if I tried my hardest to remove him. It was impossible. The feelings I felt for him have completely blocked what I felt for Jake; it was like I couldn't remember my love for Jacob when I thought of the love for my dark angel. He was everything, stealing my heart like a thief in the night. He wouldn't surrender it, but he couldn't surrender it, because it was his. My heart belonged to him, or so it felt. But I can't think this way, my heart belongs to Jacob. It always has and it always will. Jacob is real, Jacob exists. I am only hurting myself by imagining this illusion to be real, this fantasy that I cannot escape from. Why must I feel this way? Why must it be so difficult? I made up my mind years ago - Jacob. It always felt right, the feelings I had for him. But this new feeling for this stranger was stronger, this felt right.This felt real.

As I stopped outside of my room, Jacob looked at me with complete contentment, which only caused more pain inside of me. I couldn't show it, I would always keep this secret from him. But how he could he be so happy while inside I was dying. Everything I had ever known about relationships and love had been thrown out the window the instant I woke up this morning. He could never know, or else it would hurt him to think I might love this fake being more. And the last thing I would ever want to do was hurt Jacob. He is my everything, or at least he was.

"I'll see you later," he whispered to me as he pulled me in for a hug. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, but I couldn't bear to look into his eyes. I buried my face in his shoulder until he released me. Then I walked into class.

"Bella!" Jessica Stanley yelled to me from inside the room. Her brown eyes were beaming at me. She was sitting at a desk near the front of the room, waving for me to come sit by her. She flipped her shiny brown hair and started to smile.

I walked to her and dropped my backpack at the desk to her right. "Hey Jessica," I said, confused as to why she was so jumpy and energetic.

"Oh my god Bella, guess what just happened?" She blurted out as I was sitting down.

"What?" I tried to answer with the most anxious face I could possibly form. Jessica knew everything about everyone at our school. She was like a fly that flew into everyone's business, always uninvited. It was good however, to talk to her. For one, she did most of the talking, I could always get away with a 30 minute conversation saying only 3 words and nodding my head when I talked to her. She was so self-absorbed, as long as someone was listening, she was satisfied. Two, if I ever needed to know something about someone, Jessica was the person to go to. She would tell me every possible detail of every possible situation. She was constantly the first person to know the newest gossip, and always the first person to spread that gossip. And three, Jessica didn't bother me with questions. She never could tell if I was sad or in pain, she only saw what she wanted to see, and that was good. I was never forced or obliged to tell her anything. She didn't bombard me with a thousand questions, I was truly grateful for that when it came to Jessica.

Having her be so unobservant to certain things was useful when I was feeling the way I was right now. If I was talking to Angela, she would have already guessed something was wrong. She knew me too well. Though Angela is one of my best friends, she like Jessica, doesn't ask me questions unless I am willing to answer them. Unlike Jessica, Angela respects my privacy. Angela doesn't ask questions out of consideration and understanding, Jessica on the other hand doesn't ask questions because it takes away time from talking about herself. If she ever wanted to talk about me, it would be about boy issues, which I have never had any, until now. I could only hope that Jessica didn't understand.

"Bella! Pay attention!" I shook my head and remembered that I was talking to Jessica.

"Oh, sorry Jess, I must have zoomed out. What did you say?" I tried to sound apologetic, or else she'd give me unnecessary attitude.

"Yeah you zoomed out! I was telling you that Mike Newton asked me out!" She opened her mouth wide into a smile. "He wants to go to the movies tomorrow night." I tried to be happy for Jessica, but I honestly couldn't. I had too much on my mind.

"That's great Jess! I'm so happy for you!" I forced out a smile and attempted to use my ecstatic voice. Apparently it worked because for the next 20 minutes Jessica rambled on about her and Mike."I've liked him for so long…I didn't even think he liked me…..Do you think he will ask me to the dance?...I can't believe we are going to see…..Does this mean he wants to be official?...Oh my god!"On and on she kept speaking, which gave me time to think, time I didn't want to think.

I went back into my daze, slowly drifting into daydream territory….There he was, my stranger. His face still blurry, but it didn't even bother me. I instantly smiled thinking of him. Stop! I thought to myself, this is not good! Stop! But I couldn't help it. I kept dazing off into oblivion dreaming of this boy in the dark forest. He stood there, my heart beating faster and faster. Then Jacob appeared. He was looking at me, his face filled with sadness. "Bella, don't," he said to me as I began to reach for my dark angel. "Please don't," he pleaded. I reached for the stranger, "Bella!" Jacob yelled now. "Bella!" Everything began to spin around me as I touched the boy. "Bella!" was all I could hear.

"Bella!" His voice was louder now, as if Jacob was right next to me. "Bella!" only it wasn't Jacob's voice anymore. "Bella! Wake up!"

As I heard those words, my eyes snapped open and I lifted my head up. I could hear ringing in the background. "Bella! It's time to go!" Jessica was yelling in my ears. I guess I fell asleep while she was talking. I looked at her face, hoping I hadn't offended her by doing so. But when I looked at her she just looked irritated, not mad. "Bella, seriously hurry up, you're gonna be late."

I shot up from my seat and grabbed my backpack. "Thanks Jess," I said as I dashed out of the room.

"Uh….you're welcome!" She yelled to me while I zoomed down the hall. The rest of the day went by slowly. I went to lunch and talked with Angela and Ben who always sat with me. Jacob didn't have my lunch, which was a slight relief. I had a fresh dream of the boy in my mind and I didn't want to do anything else that would make Jacob suspect something was wrong, like punching him again. I left lunch and went to my next class, biology.

I sat by myself in that class, mainly because I was the smartest one there and didn't want to sit with anyone that was going to use me for my A's. Also, I didn't really know anyone in that class; a few people like Mike and Eric were in there, but no one else. Besides, everyone was already paired up, best friends with best friends. My best friends weren't anywhere near that room, therefore I was stuck alone. Loneliness didn't bother me though, sometimes I valued the isolation. My life was full of people and the few minutes to myself a day were greatly appreciated. I'd actually feel bad if anyone ever sat next to me in biology. I would probably not say a single word to them; I would want to keep that quietness. I knew it was selfish, but I didn't care. Sometimes in life you have to be selfish to get the things you want, the things you need, and the things you deserve; my sanity was one of them.

Biology went by quickly; Mr. Banner made us take a quiz on the structure of cells, which I completely aced. I hadn't studied the materials, but I paid attention in that class very well. Of course when you don't talk to anyone, your time can be spent in a limited amount of ways, listening to the teacher was my favorite. It was that or daydreaming, though I would try to doodle, most often it never turned out well. So daydreaming and listening were left. Today, I could not daydream; with all my inner strength I could not allow myself to do it. I had to listen to Mr. Banner.

Luckily, when we finished taking our quiz, Mr. Banner gave us a packet on red blood cells to read. I took my time and absorbed every word I read. I would stay focused and think of only the reading. It worked. Time was flying by and I didn't think of the boy.

The bell rang and I sulkily left the classroom. There was only one class left for the day, gym. Oh how I dreaded gym. I am completely uncoordinated in every way possible, if someone asked me to do a simple jumping jack, somehow I'd find a way to trip and fall. Whether I tripped by an object or even my own feet, it was bound to happen. For that reason, I hated gym; there was no stopping my clumsiness.

I changed into my workout clothes and stepped out onto the gym floor. The volleyball net was up. Damn, I thought to myself. I hate volleyball, and for good reason. I am terrible.

The last time I played the game, I spiked someone in the face while serving the ball….on another court. I gave the person a nose bleed, and I never saw them near me in gym again. I wouldn't have expected them to stay close anyways, but their behavior made me feel terrible. After that incident, I noticed the people around me began to steer clear of me as well. I couldn't blame them; I was a walking accident, a living liability. I was more than happy that people finally realized the dangers of being next to me in that class. I didn't try to make friends in there, it was useless. No one wanted to be close enough to me to even talk to me.

And then there was Mike. Mike Newton, the blonde football player who's talented at all athletic activities was always near me. He was average looking; well actually he was your average good looking high school male. He stood out to most high school girls, but not to me. Jacob stood out to me, and I never noticed anyone else but him, until last night.

I could only imagine the face of my angel. Does he have brown hair, blonde, or blue eyes, maybe green? I didn't know his face, but in my heart I had a feeling he was gorgeous. After all, I may not be sane, but I do have good taste. And if I am in love with this unknown boy, he must be very handsome; I could only imagine.

Our gym teacher, Coach Hoff, blew his whistle to begin class. He explained to us that we were going to play two on two volleyball today. Great. Now I have to make some poor innocent person be my partner. No matter who it was, they were in for a ride.

Just then, Mike walked up to me with a big grin on his face.

"Hey Bella! You have a partner yet?" He looked at me with an encouraging expression. Maybe if I was partners with Mike we'd actually balance each other out. We certainly wouldn't be the best team, but with his skills, we could be decent. As long as I hit as little as possible and stayed as focused as possible, we would be fine.

"No I don't," I replied. Mike's face lit up at my response and he looked very hopeful.

"Great! We can be partners! I'm great at volleyball!" He said excitedly, of course he was, he was great at all sports.

Glad that he wanted to be my partner, I took him up on his offer, "That would be awesome, but are you sure? I'm terrible, I'd rather ask the coach and see if he'd let me sit out today." In the back of my mind I had wished no one would want to be my partner and that the class was odd so I'd be forced to sit out. Unfortunately, it was a perfect even number and Mike was more than happy to be my partner, making me have to play.

"Yeah, of course, no problem. We are partners Bella, no second thoughts!" He seemed too eager on being my partner.

Jacob always disliked Mike. He always thought Mike had a thing for me ever since freshman year. He was probably right, but I always told him that Mike didn't like me, only as friends. Either way, Jake never believed me.

Mike and I began to play. We won the first 2 games, but the third one we lost. I had tried to stay in the back as much as possible, but then the last team decided their best chances were to always hit the ball at me instead of where Mike was. They definitely acknowledged our weakness and took advantage of it. Thankfully, Mike wasn't mad at the defeat; he was actually having a really good time. It seemed he took me being his partner as a challenge, an opportunity to show how good he was at the sport. He thrived on it. I admired his competitive attitude, to an extent.

Gym finally ended, I changed back into my regular clothes and then began walking to my truck. Jacob was waiting for me there, leaning on the driver's side of the door, arms folded casually. I was hoping he had to hang out with Quil or Embry today; I couldn't handle being too close to him for a long period of time, afraid that images of the boy would flash in my head. I needed time to clear my mind and focus on reality. I needed to grasp my emotions and try to decipher what was going on with me. Why did I have this dream with Jacob and those two others? Does it mean something? Is my subconscious mind trying to tell me something? I had no idea. I had no answers, only questions.

"Hey Bells, how was school today?" Jacob asked me as I reached my car. He held his arms out for a hug and I accepted them cautiously.

"Hey Jake, school was the same, boring and uneventful like always," I sounded completely bored and exhausted. Though I really was tired from gym and an agonizing day of thinking, I didn't want to seem like I was upset. Jacob would begin to ask questions. "How was your day?" I added with a smile. Good, play it cool, I thought. Be happy.

"It was fine. It would have been better if I saw you more, other than first period," He looked at me then placed his chin on top of my head. He inhaled my aroma and sighed. He let go of his embrace but still held my hands. "I don't want to leave you, but I have to go over to Quil's house. He needs to talk to me about something, he say's it's gonna take a while," he sighed again and then brushed my hair off to the side of my face.

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow then." Thank God. I felt terrible for being so happy that Jake couldn't hang out with me today, but it was a great opportunity to figure things out. Now I could go home and think, I could escape from the stress and let my mind explore its options. Even though there really were no options: stay with Jake, or fall in love with an imaginary person. Most likely I was going to choose Jake, unless I was insane, which lately I have been considering.

"I love you Bella, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." He laughed and kissed me on my forehead.

"Ha ha, I love you too," I replied with an annoyed smirk on my face. He was right though, I shouldn't do anything stupid. There were two things that I was about to do that were considered being stupid: one, going home to think. If I went home, I would think about the boy and I would think about the feelings in which I had for him. In doing so would be very stupid. And second, I would reconsider my feelings for Jacob, if number one should apply. I could not do either, I shouldn't even allow it, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop it. The thoughts of him were overflowing my mind, and the thoughts of Jacob were slowly disappearing, one by one. The boy was all I wanted, but I had to stop it.

Jacob left me and went to his old Rabbit, a car he had recently fixed up. Jacob had many talents, and one of them was being able to fix anything mechanically. He was incredible at it. He could turn the crappiest of cars into a beautiful running work of art. As a matter of fact, the truck I currently drove used to be his. He reconstructed it a few years ago and gave it to me as a surprise from Charlie who had bought it from Jacob as a present for my 16th birthday. I was intimidated by its size and age at first, but after driving it for a while I have come to love and appreciate its bulkiness and strength. The truck was a very safe vehicle to drive in and I trusted Jacob's skills completely. I never had a doubt in my mind about his constructing abilities, he learned from the best, generations after generations of Quileute men building and repairing things. They passed their ancient skills down; learning from their ancestors, learning the way of the warrior.

He drove off into the murky roads of Forks, where I then collected myself and jumped into my own car. I sat my backpack down onto the passenger seat then turned on the radio so that I could fill my mind with lyrics instead nonexistent human beings. It worked for most of the time, but every now and then while driving home I would see an image flash in my head, the boy. He would somehow find a way to stay in my mind and never leave. Why was he doing this to me? I was happy with Jacob. I would always be happy with Jacob, but this new boy was like an awakening. I had to figure it out; I had to know what it meant.

When I arrived home I was surprised to find that no one was there. Renee and Charlie were no where to be found. I called out for them but only silence responded. As I called again, I walked into the kitchen and stumbled upon a note on the counter.

Bella,

Your dad and I are going out in Seattle tonight. There is a big basketball game he is forcing me to attend with him. We will be home late so don't stay up and wait for us. You need a good night sleep. Do your homework and behave. We love you.

Mom

I wondered why she or Charlie hadn't told me about this earlier. Usually they'd let me know before they headed off someplace, but this time they didn't.

I wondered about the words "You need a good night sleep." Renee was always sending me subliminal messages. Sometimes she was so confusing to understand that whatever she told me usually consisted of double meanings and riddles, but why? Maybe my mother knew me too well; maybe she knew I needed time to think and to be alone. After considering the way she had acted this morning, the idea of her knowing what was going on became very realistic.

When I considered that thought, I realized that Charlie probably didn't drag her out to go anywhere. The situation was most likely vise-versa. Charlie loved basketball, but he wasn't much for actually going to the games. He'd rather watch it on his comfy couch with a beer in his hand then have to sit in a loud crowded area with a bunch of strangers. That was Charlie, but not the person in this note.

Either way, I was glad Renee did this. She couldn't have chosen a better time for me to be alone. I really did need to think. I also needed to do my homework; I had loads of it assigned to me today.

I went upstairs and sat at my desk. I unloaded the contents of my backpack and began what seemed like a never ending amount of homework.

By the time I had finished, I was worn out. It was late, around 10:45; I had taken a few breaks in between assignments, mostly to get a snack and to also stay focused. But now I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was fall into my bed and sleep. Even though I wanted sleep very badly, I was afraid that if I'd go to bed, I would dream of the mysterious stranger. I was afraid that he'd resurface into my thoughts and invoke certain emotions that I tried to hide inside of me. I had dreaded it all day, but I couldn't avoid it any longer.

To distract myself, I decided to take a shower before going to bed. I jumped into the warm water which stimulated my mind. I was less groggy and was thinking clearly. Maybe a shower was a bad idea, because now I could think perfectly of the boy. I quickly finished my shower and dried off. I brushed through my snarls and dressed into an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

It was time. I stood at the front of my bed and stared. Sleep… but the boy, I thought, I need sleep.

I was fighting an inner battle within myself. Which side should I let win? The side that yearned for sleep and secretly desired to dream of the angel? Or the side that so desperately needed to stay awake and forget the fantasy all together, for Jake's sake?

I panicked. I couldn't stop staring at the bed; I was frozen in a state of silence. I didn't know what to do, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure out which side to take. I felt like I was going crazy, like an insane person trying to decide whether or not to jump out a window to see if they could fly or to stay inside the hollow shabbiness of their wretched asylum. The decision, as simple as it was, could not be decided. It was a decision that could change my life. The decision.

Suddenly, my mind made up its mind. The boy flashed before my eyes and I fell onto my bed; giving in to a deep slumber I awaited for my dark angel.

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