A Beautiful Angel
The clock says 3 p.m... no, wait... 10 p.m... or is it 3 a.m.? Ah, who cares. I’m drunk. Thinking straight is hard, man. But one thing’s for sure—the sky hasn’t opened for business yet. Look, the lights aren’t even on. Lame joke, huh? Nah, you’re the fool for listening to a drunk guy. Idiot! Hahaha…
Thud! My forehead hit the wood . I leaned my head heavily against the entrance. My eyes felt heavy. I fumbled through my pants pockets. "Keys... keys...," I muttered. A keychain slid out of my skinny jeans. I picked through them, trying one after another, stabbing the keyhole blindly. Damn, it was as hard as a virgin trying to find the sweet spot for the first time.
Shriek!
Got it! Wait, it won’t turn. Shit! It’s supposed to turn. Two breaths later, it finally hit me: “This isn’t my house! I don’t have the damn keys!” I hissed.
“Oi! Open the door!” I yelled. Thump! Thump! THUMP! I pounded on the door. I didn't care if the whole dorm was sleeping or what, they just had to open up. But only silence and the sound of a gecko answered back. Tok-kaaaay!
“FUCK!” I cursed.
My head rests against the cold door. Skreee…! I slide down a bit. My consciousness is starting to fade. If I passed out, I would probably become this door’s doormat until morning.
Suddenly—click—the door opens.
Caught off guard, I lose my balance. My body sways, then tumbles forward without control, falling into the room.
My shoulder knocks hard against the person who opened the door.
"Took you long enough to open the damn door!" I snapped, drunk and pissed off—just like when I yelled at my maid back home.
Suddenly, a slap whipped across my face like lightning.
SMACK!
My head jerks 90 degrees to the side. For a second, I’m completely awake. Damn! But Alcohol numbs my prefrontal cortex just as quickly. I rub my burning cheek, turning to curse whoever did it.
"Who are you?" I ask. I can't seem to get myself together.
I rub my eyes. Oh… why is there a beautiful angel here? I ask myself. My mind feels sluggish, as slow as a sloth. It’s like I’m stuck on a math test, that I can’t even make sense of the numbers. She does look familiar. But I know no angel. Some devils, maybe.
Ah, maybe it’s the dormitory's resident spirit. After all, someone mentioned seeing a ghost around here last week. It’s the most reasonable explanation.
Do I believe in supernatural beings? Absolutely. According to my own theory—far more advanced than Einstein’s relativity, mind you—they come from a parallel world that exists right alongside ours. These beings could be five-dimensional, six-dimensional, maybe even higher. Somehow able to cross over or at least exert some existential influence between worlds.
One experience sealed it for me. Back in high school, during a camping trip, one of my tentmates got possessed. Experts like to say things like that are just mental instability or desperate cries for attention. But that doesn’t explain how my friend’s body floated ten centimeters off the ground—just like in the movies.
Ah, sure. I’m probably just hallucinating. Maybe those experts have it right—maybe I’m losing it. Wouldn’t surprise me, considering my dear old dad—the textile king of the country—sent me off to this lovely little hellhole just because I knocked up two of our maids. Imagine that. Just two, and he goes nuclear. Now that’s what I call bad parenting.
Anyway, I don’t have time to deal with jinn, ghosts, or whatever else is out there. I’m tired. I just want to crash. Thus, I move along.
But the angel’s eyebrows furrow, her lips pout, and her arms cross in front of her. Clearly, she’s not happy with me.
"Hey, don’t get snappy!" I say, jabbing a finger at her nose. Her eyes dart to the spot between her eyes where my finger pokes her nose, clearly unimpressed.
I try to step forward, but she pushes me back, blocking the way.
Ugh! What the hell?! I’m annoyed.
"Doni!"
A sharp scream pierces my ears. My ears ring loud, echoing inside my skull. "Doni," that’s the only word I catch. The rest—"You shhs… ashhhs… shshhs…"—sounds like someone gargling while chanting a spell.
The world around me seems to vibrate visually. My brain feels like it's rippling inside my head. The earth sways like crazy. Up, down, left, right—unclear. I lose my balance. Crap, I’m gonna hit the floor. Will it hurt? Somehow, I still have time for that random thought
Thud! I hit the ground.
A moment later, I feel something strange. Wait… since when did the floor get so soft and squishy? Is this some kind of new tech? I press it just to be sure. Yep—definitely squishy.
I look up.
Oh. Turns out I’ve landed right on the chest of that beautiful angel. Lucky me, I guess.
"Damn, you've got some nice curves, gorgeous. Are all the girls in your realm this stunning?" I blurt it out without thinking. Eh, whatever. I’m just hallucinating, right? Anything goes.
And that backside? Hmm, let me check it out. I give it a playful squeeze. Oh, man—so soft and full! I can't help but grin like an idiot. Even my junior, half-asleep from the booze, starts stirring in my pants.
Then... then... I boldly crossed the line. 'Ahhh.... ahhh…,' she gasped. Her hips swayed. Her hands gripped my shoulders hard, then she locked her arms around my neck. Her body was restless. Suddenly, I heard a scream echoing through the air. And just like that, I blacked out. Everything went blank.
