My Guardian Angels (Chapter Two - Life Passes Quickly)
I heard the door jerk back and forth as the sun warmed my cold skin. I looked down, and down-and down. "Oh no." I whispered. I felt it happening - I slipped.
When I was a child life was simple...I guess technically I still am a child...well...as a toddler....until....the fire. I was two...and it just started burning-then boom I was outside. Then my little body passed out. I woke up in some place. It was a hospital I was very, very sick. An illness...I was never told what it was but then two people appeared. A man and a woman...and two more...and two more...and they came in two by two and then there were twenty adults in the room. Two looked like cops, four looked like doctors, two more like security, two looked like nurses, six looked like office people, and four looked like...transparent....they were my families' ghosts...no one else noticed. I should have cried but I just stared. But then the girl cop came up to me. My eyes flicked to her face, then back to my parent. She said, "Honey don't cry." and wiped my face...I guess I was crying. I was little and crowded by tall people...couldn't they have gotten dwarfs like in Snow White?" I'd thought.
I sighed and said "Are you my new Mommy? If you are, I don't want a new one." I shook my head back and forth, back and forth until my neck hurt. Then I finally felt the tears swimming across my face. I gave the tall strawberry blonde a sarcastic look. My dead mother smiled and said in a ghostly whisper right next to my ear "Honey, you need a new Mommy. And whatever happens stay away from the Cattiverias." She spit the last word as my older brother and sister disappeared then my father...and last my mother. But as she was fading she said "We are the Buanoas, use your powers well...I know you don't understand-you will soon...." and then she was gone. I looked at the cop and asked her what her name was she said it was Harmony (I wrongly said Harmissy and then started calling her Missy. everyone else called her Mona) and she was going to be helping me along with Jim Bob and they were like my guardian angels but I told them that my family were my guardian angels and they smiled and said them too, but from heaven and they were going to help me here on earth. Whenever I didn't have a family to be with I would stay with Missy. I was a talented child-in many ways.
I had a short temper but I was good at hiding it and I wasn't potty mouthed until I was 14...so I was a pretty good kid. When I was two I showed I could read...and draw very nicely...and write with great penmanship-and do all of that a two. When I was three I showed I was a great ballerina, gymnast, and ice skater. When I was four I showed I could light a candle with the tip of my finger and do great (real) magic tricks. When I was five I finally went to school and was the smartest kid in my class (that's what happens when your whole life is reading books and being magical). When I was six I wrote a book of a fictional story I dreamt about-and everyone loved it.
When I was seven I got my first crush and was very outgoing-I won the talent show....go me! At eight I stole Jim Bob's car because Missy wouldn't let me go to a movie (I went). When I was nine I was living in a mansion with someone who wanted me to make their reputation look good, I was a good child; I got everything I wanted....for the last six months that the woman was alive....I feel so bad for her. She was a nice woman on the outside...even if she was wicked on the inside. When I was ten I was learning how to master my powers...I didn't master them....but I'd been trying.
When I was eleven I learned I was too nice when everyone was taking advantage of me. I finally quit being so nice and I lived pretty good after that. 12, 13 and 14 have been crazy...12=first boyfriend 13=first break up 14=first true love 15=first heart break-and this...ugh. I was a good singer...so I did that all the time.
And then I realized why I was remembering all this...I guess-I guess I was dreaming.
I woke up. My eyes fluttered...I heard a familiar beeping...I was in the hospital. It wasn't just the beeping that gave me a clue, it was the crunchy sheets that were wrinkling between my fingers as I moved them. All the light I had was from the light from machines and little purple from sunrise or sunset, that was it. I squinted my eyes growing accustomed to the darkness. It was really hard to see but everything was white or light blue-not that much of help but I could still see shapes and slight color...but not really. But all I saw was my bed, a sink, a little TV in the upper left corner, and tile with-probably matching-striped wallpaper. I sighed and thought if I could find a switch maybe I could see everything a little better and get out of here.
So I looked for a switch but-
'CLICK'
'BEEP'
'CLICK'
'BEEP'
'CLICK'
'BEEP'
Was the only noise...metal against metal. I realized I was wearing handcuffs. "Perfect." I said under my breath. Now I had to get free of handcuffs. "Shoot!" I muttered...I didn't actually curse that much I realized. The nurse button was in reach but...there was no way I was doing that. Who knows what she would do if I told her that I wanted her to get my handcuffs off. It would only make things worse. I could only make out shapes still and I was getting annoyed at having to squint to see my own hands and I was to worn out to use any powers of mine. I reached up to scratch my head. "Owww....." I complained, my hair and bangs slipping into my eyes-
Hair! So a hairpin would do. I bent down and pulled one from my hair (always had them in my hair for just these type of occasions) and my bangs bounced in front of my eyes again.
"Grrrr." I said clearly so it actually sounded like "Grrrr". Squinting at my bangs in anger I suddenly sighed. I could barely see anything but this just made it impossible. I did a flip of my head as an attempt to get them out of the way but they fell slightly to the side but it was still in my face. I didn't care. It was enough. Then I just slightly tilted my head, bent down, and bit the hairpin. I used my mouth and twisted the hairpin till its rubber covers on the end were in my mouth, I moved those to my cheek. Then I dropped my pin in my lap, picking it up in my mouth, moving it around until it was open and ready to unlock. I leaned over the handcuff in the most uncomfortable position EVER. I looked for the hole in my handcuff by moving my head around. I found it and let the pin slide in the lock hole in the handcuff on my right hand.
I bit down hard on the hair pin and my back was extremely arched, it hurt a lot. I shook my head side to side, side to side, and side to side and then I heard 'CLICK' and my wrist started going unnumb. I had a hard time realizing how numb it was. Weird. I sighed and took the pin from my mouth. My hand shook from the numbness and dropped the hair pin, I quickly picked it back up-just to drop it again. I picked it up focusing on my hand-it was starting to drop it and it kinda hurt but I ignored it and tried to unlock the left handcuff quickly and then I heard footsteps approaching....and the sun rising. "Really, I was stressed enough without two countdowns." I hissed. I couldn't believe my own voice and the bitterness it carried as it echoed throughout the room. 'CLICK' I jumped at the sound, but I was mainly elated with it. I didn't think twice until I realized...I was on the fifth story....with no pants.
The footsteps echoed and the sun brightened. It was pretty, but increasingly irritating. I ran and locked the door. I had my own room. Good. I saw my pants and slipped them on. I was falling all over the place and sliding across the floor when I realized-the footsteps just passed my door. But the sun was still an issue...sunlight means the cops start work and come to talk to me. I found my shirt and bra and threw those on, then I opened my window. "Shoes," I said pissed "Screw shoes." Man, what was up with my voice. I looked down and frowned. Then my face turned into disgust and said "I feel so utterly human-just plain human." I didn't sound bitter for the first time today...I sounded...helpless since the first time in twelve years. "Wow," I breathed "I'm full of surprises today aren't I." I was confused, angry, sad, betrayed, surprised, and helpless...I wasn't even sarcastic-yet. I stepped out of the window. I heard the door jerk back and forth as the sun warmed my cold skin and I felt like I was a knot being undone. I closed the window right as the door burst open. I looked down, and down-and down. I gulped and started sliding on the side and then "Oh no." I whispered. I felt it happening-
I slipped.
I sighed and said "Are you my new Mommy? If you are, I don't want a new one." I shook my head back and forth, back and forth until my neck hurt. Then I finally felt the tears swimming across my face. I gave the tall strawberry blonde a sarcastic look. My dead mother smiled and said in a ghostly whisper right next to my ear "Honey, you need a new Mommy. And whatever happens stay away from the Cattiverias." She spit the last word as my older brother and sister disappeared then my father...and last my mother. But as she was fading she said "We are the Buanoas, use your powers well...I know you don't understand-you will soon...." and then she was gone. I looked at the cop and asked her what her name was she said it was Harmony (I wrongly said Harmissy and then started calling her Missy. everyone else called her Mona) and she was going to be helping me along with Jim Bob and they were like my guardian angels but I told them that my family were my guardian angels and they smiled and said them too, but from heaven and they were going to help me here on earth. Whenever I didn't have a family to be with I would stay with Missy. I was a talented child-in many ways.
I had a short temper but I was good at hiding it and I wasn't potty mouthed until I was 14...so I was a pretty good kid. When I was two I showed I could read...and draw very nicely...and write with great penmanship-and do all of that a two. When I was three I showed I was a great ballerina, gymnast, and ice skater. When I was four I showed I could light a candle with the tip of my finger and do great (real) magic tricks. When I was five I finally went to school and was the smartest kid in my class (that's what happens when your whole life is reading books and being magical). When I was six I wrote a book of a fictional story I dreamt about-and everyone loved it.
When I was seven I got my first crush and was very outgoing-I won the talent show....go me! At eight I stole Jim Bob's car because Missy wouldn't let me go to a movie (I went). When I was nine I was living in a mansion with someone who wanted me to make their reputation look good, I was a good child; I got everything I wanted....for the last six months that the woman was alive....I feel so bad for her. She was a nice woman on the outside...even if she was wicked on the inside. When I was ten I was learning how to master my powers...I didn't master them....but I'd been trying.
When I was eleven I learned I was too nice when everyone was taking advantage of me. I finally quit being so nice and I lived pretty good after that. 12, 13 and 14 have been crazy...12=first boyfriend 13=first break up 14=first true love 15=first heart break-and this...ugh. I was a good singer...so I did that all the time.
And then I realized why I was remembering all this...I guess-I guess I was dreaming.
I woke up. My eyes fluttered...I heard a familiar beeping...I was in the hospital. It wasn't just the beeping that gave me a clue, it was the crunchy sheets that were wrinkling between my fingers as I moved them. All the light I had was from the light from machines and little purple from sunrise or sunset, that was it. I squinted my eyes growing accustomed to the darkness. It was really hard to see but everything was white or light blue-not that much of help but I could still see shapes and slight color...but not really. But all I saw was my bed, a sink, a little TV in the upper left corner, and tile with-probably matching-striped wallpaper. I sighed and thought if I could find a switch maybe I could see everything a little better and get out of here.
So I looked for a switch but-
'CLICK'
'BEEP'
'CLICK'
'BEEP'
'CLICK'
'BEEP'
Was the only noise...metal against metal. I realized I was wearing handcuffs. "Perfect." I said under my breath. Now I had to get free of handcuffs. "Shoot!" I muttered...I didn't actually curse that much I realized. The nurse button was in reach but...there was no way I was doing that. Who knows what she would do if I told her that I wanted her to get my handcuffs off. It would only make things worse. I could only make out shapes still and I was getting annoyed at having to squint to see my own hands and I was to worn out to use any powers of mine. I reached up to scratch my head. "Owww....." I complained, my hair and bangs slipping into my eyes-
Hair! So a hairpin would do. I bent down and pulled one from my hair (always had them in my hair for just these type of occasions) and my bangs bounced in front of my eyes again.
"Grrrr." I said clearly so it actually sounded like "Grrrr". Squinting at my bangs in anger I suddenly sighed. I could barely see anything but this just made it impossible. I did a flip of my head as an attempt to get them out of the way but they fell slightly to the side but it was still in my face. I didn't care. It was enough. Then I just slightly tilted my head, bent down, and bit the hairpin. I used my mouth and twisted the hairpin till its rubber covers on the end were in my mouth, I moved those to my cheek. Then I dropped my pin in my lap, picking it up in my mouth, moving it around until it was open and ready to unlock. I leaned over the handcuff in the most uncomfortable position EVER. I looked for the hole in my handcuff by moving my head around. I found it and let the pin slide in the lock hole in the handcuff on my right hand.
I bit down hard on the hair pin and my back was extremely arched, it hurt a lot. I shook my head side to side, side to side, and side to side and then I heard 'CLICK' and my wrist started going unnumb. I had a hard time realizing how numb it was. Weird. I sighed and took the pin from my mouth. My hand shook from the numbness and dropped the hair pin, I quickly picked it back up-just to drop it again. I picked it up focusing on my hand-it was starting to drop it and it kinda hurt but I ignored it and tried to unlock the left handcuff quickly and then I heard footsteps approaching....and the sun rising. "Really, I was stressed enough without two countdowns." I hissed. I couldn't believe my own voice and the bitterness it carried as it echoed throughout the room. 'CLICK' I jumped at the sound, but I was mainly elated with it. I didn't think twice until I realized...I was on the fifth story....with no pants.
The footsteps echoed and the sun brightened. It was pretty, but increasingly irritating. I ran and locked the door. I had my own room. Good. I saw my pants and slipped them on. I was falling all over the place and sliding across the floor when I realized-the footsteps just passed my door. But the sun was still an issue...sunlight means the cops start work and come to talk to me. I found my shirt and bra and threw those on, then I opened my window. "Shoes," I said pissed "Screw shoes." Man, what was up with my voice. I looked down and frowned. Then my face turned into disgust and said "I feel so utterly human-just plain human." I didn't sound bitter for the first time today...I sounded...helpless since the first time in twelve years. "Wow," I breathed "I'm full of surprises today aren't I." I was confused, angry, sad, betrayed, surprised, and helpless...I wasn't even sarcastic-yet. I stepped out of the window. I heard the door jerk back and forth as the sun warmed my cold skin and I felt like I was a knot being undone. I closed the window right as the door burst open. I looked down, and down-and down. I gulped and started sliding on the side and then "Oh no." I whispered. I felt it happening-
I slipped.
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