One-Shots

*TRIGGER WARNING*: This story deals with abuse, so if you are easily affected by it, do not read.

I smiled as I changed the outfit on my favourite Barbie doll. I named her Angela, after me, because she looked like me and I wanted to be like her when I got big. I had had her since I was three, which was last year. My mommy had given her to me before she went away. Daddy never explained to me where she went, but he always got angry when I asked.

Daddy got mad a lot. If I say something bad he smacks me or throws things at me. Sometimes he kicks me outside in the cold without clothes on. I used to cry a lot about these things, but I don’t really cry much anymore. Hurting me is how daddy deals, I guess. I don’t know that much about grown-up feelings, but they don’t seem very good.

I put a pair of black high heels on my doll. My stomach growled, but I was used to it. Daddy doesn’t like feeding me. I think I had a piece of toast yesterday, but that was only because Daddy was in a good mood. I stared at my Barbie’s tummy. It was really flat. My tummy wasn’t as flat, it was a little squishy. Was that why Daddy starved me, so I could be skinny like my doll?

I opened my bedroom door and walked into the hallway. I wondered where Daddy was. Was he in a good mood today? I hoped he was because I really wanted some applesauce and Teddy Grahams. I walked into the kitchen and saw Daddy drinking from a big bottle. I got worried because big bottles make Daddy angry.

“Hi Daddy,” I said.

“Go away,” he growled.

“But Daddy, I want you to play with me,” I pouted.

“No! Now leave me alone!” he yelled, throwing an apple at me.

I somehow caught the apple and I stared at it. It was really shiny and red. It looked yummy, so I took a bite.

“Did I say that you could eat it?” Daddy snarled, grabbing my wrist.

“Ow! Daddy, it hurts!”

“You know nothing about hurt!”

He pushed me to the floor and ripped off my shirt and pants. He picked me up in one arm and opened the back door with the hand he was holding his anger bottle in. He tossed me out and I landed hard on the ground. I looked up and saw Daddy slam the door shut.

It was cold. My fingers and toes were getting tingly and pink. I wanted to go back inside, but if I did, Daddy would only get angrier. I looked at the sky and saw little white things falling from the sky. Daddy called it snow, but Mommy would call them frozen angel tears. I think they were frozen angel tears because whenever Daddy would throw me out it would rain or snow. The angels must have been crying for me because Daddy didn’t like me. Daddies were supposed to love their daughters, not be mean to them. A tear fell from my eye. I didn’t like crying, but I didn’t know how much more of Daddy’s anger I could take. I wanted to be happy, but Daddy made me sad.

My skin was going numb from the cold and the frozen angel tears weren’t helping. But, then I couldn’t feel the angel tears any more. I felt soft, smooth, large things falling. I opened my eyes and saw that on the ground were a lot of black feathers. I picked one up and looked at it. It was pretty and silky. I lied down on the pile of feathers. I smiled because I knew that an angel was looking over me now. I started getting sleepy and soon I started to dream about angels and a happy Daddy.
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I hadn’t seen proof of my angel for a month and it made me sad. Daddy was getting madder and madder. He hasn’t fed me for a few days and he’s been hitting me harder and harder. I prayed for my angel, but never showed. I felt by myself.

Daddy took my Barbie away. He threw my clothes in the fire and only gave me yucky things to wear. My shirts were covered in crusty things and juice spills. I didn’t even get to sleep in a bed. I slept on the floor.

I plopped down in my bedroom closet to hide from Daddy as I prayed. He didn’t like praying. I don’t think he liked God either. He would always yell things like “god damn you,” “screw you,” or “fuck you” at the sky. I didn’t know what those words meant, but I didn’t like them. They didn’t seem nice.

“Dear Mr. or Ms. Angel,” I said, “I don’t know who you are or where you are, but I really really wish you could help my Daddy. He’s mad all the time. He drinks from his anger bottles and he lights up the evil sticks that smell and make me cough. He hurts me and starves me, and I don’t think that it’s really him. I think his sticks and bottles make him angry, and maybe Mommy not being here too. I don’t like seeing Daddy angry. It scares me. So, I was hoping that maybe you can make Daddy better-“

“Angela, what are you doing in there?!” Daddy yelled, throwing open my closet door.

“I was praying, sorry Daddy.”

“That’s the last straw!” he screamed.

He pulled me out of the closet and kicked my side with his booted foot. I cried in pain. He kicked again and I heard a crack. I kicked my legs around and hit Daddy’s leg. He fell and I got up really quick even though my side hurt. I ran out of the house as fast as I could. I went to the forest. Daddy would have trouble finding me in there.

“You can’t hide from me!” he yelled behind me.

I kept running. I tripped over tree roots every once in a while. The trees helped me hide, but then they suddenly stopped growing. I was in a big space of only frozen angel tear-covered grass. I tried to run more, but my legs were too tired. I turned around and got pushed to the ground by Daddy.

“You…you were praying,” he laughed as he put his boot on my chest, “what on earth for?”

“I..I wanted you to get better,” I sobbed.

“You think praying could help me? Did you think some angel would come flying down from the Heavens and fix me? If there is a God, he’s the reason I’m like this! I’m done with putting up with all of your childish shit! You have no clue how bad it is to grow up! So…so, I’m going to do the only good thing I can as a father to protect you,” he said, pulling a gun out of his back pocket.

“D-Daddy?”

“You’ll never have to go through adulthood. See, I’m being a good dad.”

He pointed the gun at my chest and I hear a boom.I cried in pain and Daddy just ran away. I looked down at my shirt. It was getting red. It wasn’t red before.

I looked up at the sky and it was white. There was a small black dot and it got bigger and bigger until it looked like a man with wings. It landed on the ground and I could see its face. It was a man with black wings. He had plump lips, greyish eyes, and long, black hair.

“W-who are you?” I asked.

“I’m Jinxx. I’m your guardian angel,” he smiled.

“T-then why didn’t you save me?” I cried.

“Because this is part of God’s plan for you.”

He bent down and held me in his arms. My body was getting cold, but I could feel his warmth.

“What’s g-going to happen to me?” I whispered.

“You’re going to go to Heaven.”

“Is it nice?”

“Very.”

“I’m sc-scared, Jinxx,” I whimpered.

Colours started getting dull and I started seeing black dots.

“Don’t be scared. Just look up at the sky. That will be your new home. You’ll get to see your mom.”

I stared at the sky and soon it was just black.
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I gasped as I woke up. I looked all around me. There was a long line of people, most of them were old.

“Angela!” a voice called.

I turned and saw Jinxx smiling at me. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him.

“Where am I?” I asked.

“In Heaven.”

“Where will I live?”

“You’ll be with me. I’ll take care of you,” he smiled.

“You’ll be like a Daddy?”

“Yes. I’m going to raise you like you’re my daughter.”

“Will I get to see Mommy?”

“Tomorrow. But, first we need to get you settled in and explain a few things.”

“Okay.”

I looked at the big space of white and coloured lights and smiled. This place was pretty and I would get to see Mommy again. And one of the best parts was that Jinxx would be my Daddy. He was nice and would treat me like a really Daddy should.

Notes

Sorry it took so long to get this up. I was a lead in my school's musical and my schedule just got really messy, but happily my schedule is clearing up a lot, so I should be getting about 1-2 done a week now *hurray!*