She had heard to much

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

about an angel that could hear things she doesn't want to all because she hated her life before...

A fallen angel – wings as black as a dead heart, corroding away in the moonlight. She sits there surrounded by the only thing she finds peace with, nature. Wishing someone could look into her eyes and see she is crying out for help – like a wolf howling in the twilight at nothing but dead souls; they were flying, screaming for the end of their torture.

She could hear there voices inside her head, hear them screaming, howling yelling out for the end. It made her crazy like she could feel the iciness of their hearts that no longer beat. The coldness of their touch, when they fly through you. The horrible sound of their screeching when they get pulled back to their dark, black prison for the day.

She could not help them, but only sit their and listen to their tortured souls squealing. She felt so helpless, so limp and lifeless. Like she didn't want to live any more. Up until now her life was so perfect – but after this she can not live knowing that people's souls are being hunted.

She wanted to go back she wanted to change everything and to say I love life. So that her god won't punish her.

If god were real then why is there so much pain in the world?

If pain is supposed be an experience, then why does it hurt so much?

If life is a one time thing, then so far why has mine been pointless?

Why is death something people regret? When I want to die myself...

Why is pain something people fear? When that is all I deserve...

Why is betrayal something people feel guilty for? When it's all I have ever known...”

As she sits in the moonlight listening to what she can hear, she picks up a rose and places it on top of her heart. And then picks up the cold sharp bladed object that she brought with her and places it towards her neck. She slowly and painfully starts to slice the blade across her skin. And with one sweep cut she falls to the floor lifeless holding that rose tightly to wards her corroding heart...


Submitted: March 13, 2010

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