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Surprises In Life and Death

Short story By: Livebecauseyoucan
Fantasy


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Submitted:Sep 3, 2012    Reads: 33    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


Leering over the edge of a cliff was not as comforting as normal. The gusts of wind weren't blowing all my hair around as hard, the water below didn't smell as sea salty and fresh, and the earth didn't seem as daring and brave as usual. My heart felt like bouncing around whilst my feet had stones stumping them. This antidote was my saviour, my risk but also my friend. Out here I felt different and everything seemed to calm me. Except today. I wanted to feel special for once, different to everyone idling around at home. So you would think I would walk away from the cliffs edge, and find something extraordinary to do with my life? No.

I curved my feet over the crumbling rocks and lifted my flailing arms into an arch. I stood on the tips of my toes and smiled. I let myself be lifted as I fell, the wind stronger than ever, my happiness reached. Of course, there was a cost to this pleasure- my life. Dead or alive, I was different. And that was all that really mattered to me.

I woke up. I wasn't dead.

My body felt alright. Apart from being slightly dirty and dusty I seemed to be OK. I didn't understand any of it. I had lain unconscious for hours, suffering through so much pain; I remembered when I landed hard, blacking out to a void of darkness. None of it was possible, but here I sat, my body functioning fine and the thrill of adrenaline gone. I felt around for something to push up on, a soft feathery feel glided under my fingers. I pulled at it irritated at what it could be- but it was like it was injected into my skin. I winced every time I pulled at the weird substance. I lifted my head around to where my fingers sat and gasped in horror. I looked quickly around at my other shoulder, and screamed.

I had pink wings shooting out from my back. I stood and stretched them out curving them behind me "Am I dead?" I murmured to myself and nervously laughed. There was no way I was alive, I had to be dead.

"Technically, you are. Camille" a gruff voice spoke quietly in the dark.

I jumped. My senses arisen, everything was beginning to be too much. I was alive and this was just a stupid joke, still my voice came out contorted. "Who are you?" I cried. There was no reply. "What did you do to me?"

"I did nothing to you. In fact, it is your fault you're an angel!" the voice replied.

"What do you mean?" I sniffed a few escaping tears away "What's your name?"

"My name is Benjamin" he replied softly. "You have another shot of life, because you're an angel..." he trailed off.

"What? So how come I'm still on earth?" I tried to keep my voice steady.

"I guess you could say you're a fallen angel, but no, because you weren't exiled from heaven. You were born on earth, and when you jumped off that cliff" Benjamin paused and pointed upwards "another chance of life."

I am an Angel?"

"Yep. This is a gift Camille" the tone he used enriched me with pride.

"So let me get this right. I just died. And I have come back as an angel" No reply. "Look. This is all a little hard for me to believe, so can you come out of the dark so I can actually see your face?"

I heard a shuffling of feet scraping against the ground. A dazzling pair of old grey wings brushed mine and I found myself hypnotised by them. Gold rocketed up the sides and I realised how big they were, much bigger than mine. I noticed Benjamin's face; he had big blue eyes, a strong jaw and a pale complexion. He looked around his early twenties but the way he held himself showed nothing but power and I got the impression he was very shrewd.

"I understand you are having a hard time believing all this?" I nodded slowly and signed. "You have to experience it to believe it" he muttered and raised an inviting eyebrow. A grin flickered across his lips as he grabbed me and flew out above the water, our feet dangling in thin air.

Then he dropped me. I screamed and thrashed everywhere.

~~~~

A warm and furry blanket enveloped my entire body as my head laid sunken in a pillow. I rubbed my disorientated eyes and turned my lamp on. I looked around confused and ran a hand through my hair, I rolled onto my stomach and cursed "stupid dream."

My eyes closed as my wings fluttered once more reminding me...





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