Fallen (Couldn't Think of Anything Else)

Gwenivier was just a city girl who got in the middle of a deadly conflict between heaven and earth.
"Gwenivier, sis u need to wake up," a voice suddenly woke me.
"We are almost here, right," I asked Jonathan in a smiling way.
"Yup, your almost going to see your future school," he said.
"The one you are just graduated from," I said in mocking way.
"Kids I'm having trouble getting the car started can u get down and try to look for a gas station nearby," my father Andrew asked us.

"Yup, we will get right on it," My brother and I both said in unison.
as we got down and started walking we heard a truck.

"That's all I remember about that evening." I told the stink stupidly called Dr. Damen Rojas. My mom's new boyfriend. I swear I think she just goes out with these losers because they make her feel younger than she really is.

"Okay that's all the time we have today." He said.
"Good now can I go." I said in an annoyed tone.

He didn't say anything he just nodded his head.Great, even though I hate that place I hate the outside world even more. Why? because I'm slowly losing my mind. Why? because that strange evening when I lost my father and brother, I saw an angel. Well I don't know if he was an angel but his features were so perfect that they couldn't be human.

After that dreadful day I started seeing him in my dreams then out of nowhere I start seeing shadows lurking around me, and if that isn't enough I get the mind crushing headaches. Their pain range from how long they last. Some are just pictures while others (the mind-crushing ones) show scenes. I walked out of the building and got to my car. It was a black camera. Just my style. My moms gift in order to shut up about the accident. Sometimes I think that my dad's and brother's death affected her in a very negative way. So she perfumed that no soul talk about it. I get in the car and start driving home when it happened.
Should I Write More?
Yes, it was good.
Yes, it was okay.
Do whatever.
No it sucked.
Why are you asking me.
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Published: 7/29/2010
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