Fallen Angel

When my eyes finally opened, I was greeted with more darkness, but after adjusting, I started to recognize some of the features that began to take form. I was in my room. Noticing that i was soaking wet, I started to sit up until i was pulled back down by a sharp pain that shot across my side. Gradually building up a tolerance for the stinging sensation, I sat got up from my bed and limped to the restroom. When I turned on the light and saw my battered reflection, I nearly screamed as I touched my face. water dripped from my hair, blood oozed from my forehead, shreds dangled from my shirt. It was horrifying. Trembling with fear, I slowly reached for the bottom of my shirt and lifted the hem to my chest. Four jagged lines ripped across the surface of my skin. I flung the rest of my clothes off of my body to see the rest of the damage. Bruises, cuts, blood, and concrete burns filled it all.

All of it was so unreal--it was ineffable. I felt like I was in a hollywood movie that I had no memory of starring in. Quickly jumping in the shower, I washed all the blood off and continued to linger under the running water in hopes that the cuts and bruises would melt away like special effects makeup, but the scars remained. When I finally got out the shower, I flung on my robe and went down stairs. The clock read 3:47am. Glancing into the kitchen, I saw that all of the groceries I bought were left in their original bags sitting on the counter. Then I remembered the trip home, the bus stop, the monster… But then.. something happened after that… I felt like it was something very important. My mind was blank, as if i was trying to remember something that never happened, but i was here. Something had to have happened. ‘How did i get home?’ I thought.
With that question in mind came a billion others: Who brought me home? Who knew where I lived? Who unlocked the front door? Why didn’t they kill me? Why was I standing here right now? My head started to ache. I swear, there must be a God. Suddenly, I heard something fumble upstairs. My room maybe. Although I was terrified to go back up there, I needed answers to what was going on. Darting up the stairs, I followed the second thud that I tracked back to my room. I slammed the door open, but my room was empty. My eyes caught my balcony door swinging back in forth against the wind and rain outside.

Just at the base of the curtains bordering the door were two jet black feathers. Double checking the rest of the room before entering, I walked over to pick up the feathers lying on the carpet. They were too big to be birds. I stroked my finger over one of them as I closed the door and the curtain, completely ignoring the possibility of whatever it was entering rather than leaving. The feather was as soft as silk and was so beautiful. My mouth curled up some. I wasn’t really sure, but something about the feathers felt comforting rather than threatening. I placed the two black feathers in the empty drawer of my nightstand.

The smile vanished from my face and my body tensed up when when I heard the creaking of the balcony door from across the room swing open. A crash of thunder struck and lit up the rest of my room. I flung myself around in hopes that I’d find it was only the wind, but in the doorway was a black winged man in leather and body paint. His eyes glowed with an intense blue as they stared right through me. He took a step inside.

I was terrified. “Stay back!” I warned. I eyed my pillow that was a couple of feet in front of me. There was a knife that my mother put there for my self defense since she was hardly ever home. I prayed that tonight wasn’t one of those times. Taking a chance, I leaped toward my bed and in a swift moe, grabbed the curved pocket knife from under the pillow. By the time I flipped open the blade, the black winged creature grabbed me and pinned me against my closet door. Each hand was around my wrist and his body was pressed against mine. I dropped the blade. Still in nothing but a bath robe as this man pressed his entire body against me while holding me against the wall, I feared the worst to come, a nightmare waiting to happen.

I was trembling with the trepidation that was gnawing at the muscles in my legs. “I-I.. will scream..”

He gazed at me with the same incense eyes I saw from across the room just seconds before. He said nothing; he just stared into my eyes. Shutting mine tight, I prepared to scream for my life, but he shoved his lips against mine. This man forced my mouth open and slid his tongue inside my mouth. As I was fighting against his strength, I started to feel a strange energy flow inside of me from his lips. It felt like cool air settling inside of me, refreshing as a cup of ice water on a hot day. My muscles began to relax and the fear melted away. Oddly enough, the pain from each of my wounds dissolved into nothing as the black winged man held the kiss. When I felt nothing else but his lips, the kiss was broken. His hands slid away from my arms and his body pulled away from mine. Still, he was silent, and despite the circumstance, I was still.

“Who.. are you..? I whispered.

Not a word. He placed his hand over my eyes, and just as I was about to speak, reality faded away into darkness until I saw nothing more than a vast empty space surrounding me.
I was in a dreamless slumber once again.

Notes

that escalated quickly don't ta think? X) lol
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sorry for the wait, but it was the end of the six weeks and i was failing two classes~ but a fresh new start begins this week. The pressure is off and my time has opened up a little more.
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