Waking up dead

Perfect her bright yellow eyes seemed as if they would blind you in the winter sun. She laughed and smiled as if nothing was wrong with her, but I knew the truth. Behind those big yellow eyes filled with hope there was a person screaming to get out. A person filled with hatred, a person full of sorrow. I knew it all, I know her better than herself. For I am her protector, I am her day and night. I am her stalker, her lover, her hater. I decide if she dies or lives. I decide for her, for I could be none less than her guardian angel.

ch2.


I rubbed at my eyes sleepily sure to be silent so I wouldn't wake her up. I stared at the pale blue wall full of songs and drawings. She smiled in her sleep as if she saw something funny. She suddenly stopped and out of the corner of my eye I could see a tear roll down her face and at that time I knew it was time to make myself disappear. Akira sat up and wiped at her eyes. She threw on her usual jeans and sweater. It seemed as if the only thing keeping on Akira's jeans were her pointy hip bone that stuck out. She smiled to herself and caught herself yet again staring at the picture of her mom and dad, as one happy family. She sighed and went downstairs I followed silently. She made herself the usual oatmeal and poured herself a glass of orange juice. She glanced out the window and smiled to herself. She got a bunch of old books and put them into her backpack. She couldn't stop staring at the vase. She gently traced her finger around the top of the vase. She looked at the clock, picked up her backpack and ran out the door without even touching her breakfast. I silently followed behind her as she crossed the street. Unaware of the truck that was fast approaching her. I knew I would have to do something to save her, but I didn't know how to do this without her seeing me. I frantically paced behind her unsure what to do. I had no other choice. I pushed Akira out of the way and she saw me. I was hit by the truck and Akira was saved and that's all that matters...well not really. I could feel my soul resonating up into the heavens. I saw a boy staring at me with fear in his eyes. I soon realized I for the first time was about to take a human form. The boy's eyes meet mine he kept his eyes locked on mine. I couldn't keep his gaze. I felt his cold eyes watching me as I stared at the ground. I became my new form. The changing was like a pain I have never felt before. I saw a new image of myself I felt like crying for an odd reason. I went from being an angel with demon like features to being a teenage boy with striking features. I saw my bright green eyes and my jet black hair. Along with a pointy bone structure. I slowly felt the earth start to come out from under my feet. I closed my eyes trying to grasp the fact that I die when I die and no one could wake me up from it like a bad dream. I opened my eyes and realized I had drawn attention to myself. I smiled slightly and said "Sorry, it was just a bad migraine." I quickly walked away and ran into the first bathroom I saw. I turned on the sink and let it run for a minute. I splashed water on my face and stared into the mirror. I was surprised to see something new on my face that I had not seen before. I rubbed at it making sure god just wasn't trying to pull a prank on me. When I realized the scar was real I thought to myself what an ugly boy. I smirked at this thought. I traced my scar from the top of my hair line down to the bottom of my lip. I smirked and whispered to myself "sexy scar." I thought of all the people I could tell how cool I was and got into a fight, but honestly I have no idea where the scar came from and that scares me.... I couldn't stand to look at my hideous monster like face. I ran out of the bathroom like a bat from hell.