When An Angel Calls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
When her true love's heart stops beating, she's willing to take her own life to pay for her mistakes. Until she is saved by an angel who tries to show her life really is worht living.

Submitted: March 24, 2010

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We sat underneath the willow tree in the middle of a field, its drooping branches providing shade in the 95 degree summer weather. I rested my head on his chest taking in the scent of his Phoenix Axe cologne. I never thought we’d never get to spend another moment like this. I never thought I’d miss seeing his smile and his pale blue eyes. I never thought I’d miss his honey sweet laughter. I never thought I’d lose him forever.
I was at home in my room when the phone call came. All I hear was his mother saying the word “dead”. Tears flooded my eyes and I couldn’t see a thing. I felt dizzy, like I was going to black out, that didn’t seem so bad as long as I didn’t have to wake up. Unfortunately, I always wake up.
“No!” I screamed, but there was no one to listen to me. My body was soaked in sweat; my face was drenched in tears. This wasn’t fair. Why did this happen to me?
Each day after he died was a struggle for survival. So many times I had thought about taking my own life because the pain was so unbearable, but I wasn’t strong enough to overcome the fear of ending my life. I didn’t know how to live without him. How could his heart just stop beating? He always told me I kept him going, I kept him breathing, I kept him living. Did I deserve to die for letting him die? It would be better than living.
The next morning I spent bus hall in the bathroom. I didn’t feel like putting up with the rest of the school. I sat on the floor leaning against the cool red and yellow tile. I got out my razor blade wondering how beautiful the pain and the blood would be. How beautiful it would be to die. I started to slash away at my wrists. Blood rained out of my arms and I could slowly feel freedom from my pain. I could just lay there bleeding to death until my heart stopped beating. But, like always, there is someone to ruin everything for you. There’s always someone to save your life, more like someone to save mine.
A girl with light brown hair and green eyes walked into the bathroom. When she saw me her face went white. I could hear the sound of the paper towel dispenser going off. Soon I felt the softest hands on my neck, checking my pulse. Paper towels were being wrapped around my wrists. I tried fighting them off, but I was too weak. Pretty soon the bleeding would be stopped and my life would be saved by some girl I didn’t even know. I would be left with the scars that almost got me freedom.
Finally the girl spoke. “You just want your voice to be heard, but this isn’t the way to do that. If you want someone to listen, you can talk to me. if you want a shoulder to cry on, I have two of them. If you want a hug, you can have as many as you want whenever you want. If you wanna walk out of here with a friend who will stay true to you, I’ll tell you my name.”
I looked up into her green eyes. She had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. You could get lost in them easily. “What’s your name?”
She laughed a bit. I didn’t know that asking someone their name was humorous. “Cassiel, my name’s Cassiel.”
I laughed a bit, realizing why it was funny. “Angel of Temperance, solitude, and tears,” No wonder you could get lost in her eyes. “God sent me an angel and he couldn’t have better timing.”
She hugged me gently, like an angel. “You think you wanted to die, but deep down you know there’s something on this Earth worth living for. Deep down you know there’s too much to leave behind. In the end it’s all your choice though. You can either decide to let the pain consume you or you can decide to let go of the pain and except things for what they are. You’re not going to move on and get over your pain overnight, but eventually you’ll find the light.”
Those truly were the words of an angel, but she was right. When I thought about it, I really didn’t want to die, but I never really thought about it before. I was never one for believe in God all that much, but I truly did believe he sent Cassiel here to save me and to give me a second chance at life. I guess God knew a damsel in distress. “Maybe Cassiel should have been the Angel of Innocence or the Angel of the Divine Plan. You seem to have changed the path I was walking on.”


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