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I was sitting down, watching something on YouTube, when my lights and computer just shut off. That didn’t scare me. What did scare me was the massive fireball outside. It was pitch black out there so it lit up the sky. I tripped around my dirty bedroom as I searched for my bedside table. My phone lay on the top, charging from a lot of being on Snapchat.
Who am I kidding? I don’t even have one friend since I moved to this rat hole town. I don’t even have the app.
“Mom! The power’s out!” I call downstairs. Oh wait, she’s at work. I was stuck watching my 10 month old sister while my mom and dad were working. Yes, they work in the middle of the night.
I grab the baby monitor and tuck it in my pocket. Those things run off batteries so I didn’t have to worry about it. It seemed like my sister was still sleeping since I heard her tiny steady breaths. I walked down the stairs, using my phone as a flashlight. It was so dark in my house.
I had to check the damage outside. I was curious as to what it was. I was sure it was a blown transformer but I had to make sure before I called anyone. It was just what I did.
I’m a nice girl. Okay, I’m sometimes nice.
Anyway, I went walked down the cloud colored path to the shadow colored driveway. I followed what looked like smoke to the wire and I never thought that it would be that.
There was an angel caught in the power lines.
My eyes bugged out of my head in astonishment. I blinked, the angel remained. I shook my head.
“Okay Anya, you must be seeing things. There is no such thing as angels.” I mumbled to myself.
“Speak for yourself.” A wheezy voice responded. I looked up at the angel and he was staring at me.
His eyes were bottle green and it shocked me because it looked like they were glowing in the dark. I stared at him and he stared at me. We did this for ten minutes before the baby monitor made a sound.
I quickly pulled it out of my pocket and held it to my ear. My sister was babbling to herself in her own little language. She seemed fine for another few minutes.
“How did you get up there?” I questioned as the baby monitor continued to speak little bits of gibberish.
“I fell.” The angel explained, pain evident in his voice. His wings looked singed in some places. I nodded to myself.
“Hang on, I’ll get a ladder.”
“Take your time. I greatly enjoy the scent of burning feathers.”
I rolled my eyes as I ran to my backyard. We kept a tall ladder next to the shed in are yard. It was to fix the windows when something fell outside. I dragged it to the power lines and looked up at the angel. I leaned it against the pole, he was about a foot away from it, and started climbing. To be honest, I was completely terrified. You see I have acrophobia, aka a fear of heights.
I fell off the roof when I was little so I’ve been scarred for life about heights.
I didn’t know what made me want to save this man, angel, thing. I just felt compelled to help him since he was in trouble. It was like an instinct. I forgot all about my fear and grabbed the live wires. I didn’t get shocked though. In fact, they seemed cool to my touch.
“Can you hurry this up? I can only keep the wires from hurting you for so long.” The angel clenched his jaw and I saw sweat forming on his brow line. I quickly untangled him, careful of his wings, and he fluttered to the ground.
That’s not right. He tried to flutter to the ground but really he just fell.
I slid down the ladder like a cartoon character and ran over to him. He was breathing heavily and that worried me. Was he tired? Was he hurt more than it seemed?
“Come on.” I lifted him up and laid his arm across my shoulders. He felt awkward on my shoulders as I helped him walk into my house. His wings hit the doorway as we walked in. I sat him on the couch so I could go get the ladder. I set it in it’s place and then went back inside.
The angel had his head resting against the back of the couch and his eyes were closed. He didn’t seem to know I was there. I took the time to study his features.
He had chestnut brown hair that contrasted his green eyes. He had cuts all over his body and I saw his wings had more singes than I originally thought. He looked like he was in so much pain.
“I know you’re looking at me.” He mumbled after five minutes of me staring at him.
I felt my face flush instantly. “Sorry.” I mumble just as I heard my sister cry in the monitor.
“I’ll be right back with some medicine. You can help yourself to anything in the fridge.” I call as I run up the stairs. I opened the door to my sister’s room slowly. I got a shock when I saw something standing over her crib.
“Hey!” I shouted and the figure turned to look at me.
It had an unwavering stare and I could tell it could see me even though it couldn’t see. I spotted my sister in its arms. So what did I do?
I charged the thing.
I was flung to the side with just a flick of the wrist from the thing. I cried out in pain as I slammed into the wall. My sister continued to cry as the thing came towards me. I lifted myself off the floor with my arm and instantly was shocked to see the angel standing in the doorway.
The being holding my sister hissed and I crawled over to it. The angel started walking towards the creature and it dropped my sister. I caught her and held her to my chest and tried to soothe her.
“Shh, it’s okay Rani. You’re fine now.” I tuck her to my chest. I protect her head from anything as I run from the room.
There were strange sounds over the baby monitor. I can’t explain what the sounds are. I ran to my room and barred the door with my dresser after I lay Rani on my bed. I refused to let anything in the room to hurt her. I grabbed her and went to my closet. I sat on the floor and held her close.
What was that? I thought.
Just then, there was a knocking on the door. I shook my head to myself.
“Anya, it’s me.” The angel’s voice called to me.
“Who are you?” I responded, trying to shush Rani.
“My name is Bastian. I’m a Guardian Angel.”
Wapple02: I fell in love with this story from the first sentence. It was written beautifully, there were some grammatical errors, but besides that it was awesome. I cried every time I read the last chapter. I read the last chapter seven times. I don't want it to be over.
Marijana1: The melancholy present throughout this story has the power to influence and etch into the minds of the readers, to stay there and refuse to leave even after they have finished reading the story. This is a deep, powerful story, making the readers wonder about everything – about love, about their e...
N_F_G: This story was fantastic! It was really enjoyable, and the characters and locations felt real to me as I read the story! Celeste was an amazing character, who survived all her struggles, and I felt the author did an excellent job writing about suicide and self harm- in a sensitive, authentic mann...
NancyRichFoster: This second book of the Anmah Series was as awesome as the first story, I disagree with spare runner. The names were ordinary names with different spellings, which I for one loved. I am now going to read the third book in this amazingly awesome story!