Heaven waits for no angels
Bank
Andy’s P.O.V
I slid my phone into my pocket, I look through the glass one more time to see if an officer was on his way in response to my banging. I didn’t see an officer, I saw someone else. It’s a man, looking at me. His flesh is snow. His eyes bloodshot, streaming tears like rain poured down his face and bags underneath for tears to slide upon. There’s a story in his eyes, lullabies and goodbyes. He looks young in the face but old of feelings. He looks like a man I once knew, this man was happy. He’d smile with bright white teeth and rosey red cheeks. He has his girlfriend beside him and his small children in each of his arms. He has a tan color of flesh and his eyes are pearly white with blasts of blue.
He holds up a sign usually, he would be now if he was here. “Are you happy?” A sign white with black and red patterned lettering. Is he asking me? I honestly couldn’t tell you what happiness feels like anymore. I’ve learned to rely on mirrors for the passed few days, I’ve realized that sometimes you will look in the mirror and recognize what you see. It could be the brightest smile, or the whitest teeth, even the most dazzling eyes you’ve ever seen. Sometimes you’ll look in the mirror and see something completely new.
It could be the appalling sight of vital fluid, or the crestfallen tear, even the tragic sight of a hawser necklace. No matter what your eyes behold in a mirror, someday, you’ll understand exactly why they were there. Sooner or later you will experience the other side of the mirror.Only then will you understand, after all, ‘objects in mirror are larger than they appear’. I guess I could say I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing.
In these passed few days, I’ve looked back on the decisions I’ve made since I discovered the beautiful girl I now know as AddiLynn. I’ve come to learn a lot of lessons. One; people say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. The truth is, you knew what you had, you just never thought you’d lose it. Now I look back on everything. All the times I could’ve held her a little closer while I listened to her problems. All the times, I could’ve spent more time with her and helped her with the little things like washing the dishes or folding the laundry.
I could’ve made a task that was looked on as a chore into a bonding experience and an unforgettable memory. All the times I could’ve rearranged my plans so I could fall asleep with her instead of imaging it. All of my relationship now consists of the “I could’ve” but the reality is I didn’t. I’ll now never forgive myself for the things I could have done and how much I took for granted with Addi. Now she’s gone, and I might never see her again.
Don’t say that Andy!
But it’s the reality.
I’ve had so many sleepless nights away from home. A house, can be a home but without the person who makes you want to come home every night, you realize it wasn’t the house that is your home it’s the love of your life watching the clock waiting for you. I do miss my home, I miss my AddiLynn. There’s a thousand moments that I have taken for granted with her by my side. Mostly because I assumed there’d be trillion more.
“Hey Mr.Biersack! Where are you going?” An officer yelled at me as he watched me walk passed his desk, eating his donut. That donut must taste better than freedom, while he’s on his ass eating gaining another pound, I’m about to risk my life to save two others. And I know,
I most likely won’t make it out alive.
It’s like everyone in this place is trying to find out what makes me tick, thinking that I’ll lie down sore and sick for them as they do it. “I just need some fresh air.” I expressed walking passed him. No cops, check. Next, money. I look down at my watch as I walk to my car, two fifty-nine p.m. I’ve only got an hour. Someway somehow, I won’t back down. Running, I get to my car and speed out of the parking lot.
My mind’s racing, I have to get to the bank. Each of us has at least five million dollars in our accounts and I thankfully know the passwords due to the fact I was the only one responsible enough to make the accounts. The only thing I can hear is my panting, I’ve never been so rushed before in my life. Take a minute to breathe Andy, you’ve got plenty of time for the bank.
The first thing you come to leaving the police station is an intersection, and it then goes into a highway. Needless to say, everyone on the road knows there is several irritating types of drivers. One: the old people, during road rage preferably referred to as ‘grandma’ or ‘grandpa’ and are typically extremely slow. Two: The teenagers who just learned to drive, already making their stability on the road shaky. They also LOVE to blast their music way to loud and can’t hear anything such as a siren.
Obviously hearing is an important part of driving if you’re going to be anywhere a emergency vehicle with SIRENS would be. Common sense, you can listen to it, but turn it down. Lastly, three: the people who think they are above everyone else and don’t believe in the true dangers of texting while driving. This can be classified also with the first two types of drivers, making them worse than ever before. Just like hearing, paying attention with your EYES to the road is a necessity to driving.
My point is, I got every single type of driver in front of me in my way. I’ve never had road rage this bad, and I wouldn’t be surprised if people will be talking about how insane I am for the rest of their day. I can hear panting, and beeping, lots of beeping. Opps, is that me? Aw well. Finally, after I get to the bank, I don’t waste anymore time by going inside and asking for my money. Instead, lets hit the ATM machine. I put in my card and my pin number 12-26, I can feel my heartbeat like someone is hitting me as I lean against my car door. Just my like, I’m getting money, but it’s coming out in fifty’s. I was clearly hoping for hundreds. So much more time would now be wasted just on my account.
After I get all my money and count it, I place it into an envelope I found in my glovebox. Cars behind me are already beeping, compared to my thoughts they sound a million miles away. I ignore them. I don’t have Ashley’s, Jake’s, C.C’s, or Jinxx’s cards so now I have to rely on remembering every pin correctly.
It’s for AddiLynn, please, don’t screw this up.
Ashley’s pin is 02-14 Valentines day, and AddiLynn’s birthday. Ashley’s money comes out in hundreds with a few singles. Must be from the strip club. Thank you in advance Ash. I check my watch, three fifteen, and three more accounts to go. Please hurry. More beeping occurs as I move onto Jinxx’s account. Pin, 19-86 the year he was born. Jinxx’s money comes out in hundreds. Thank God, and Jinxx. He’s a true friend.
Check the clock, three twenty that only took five minutes! I still don’t have a lot of time. Hurry machine, my fiancees and daughter’s lives depend on you. C.C’s pin, 04-21 his birthday. Was I really not that creative when I had them pick their pins? C.C’s money comes out in twenties. Ironic, C.C the jokester would be the one screwing me over right now.
Time, three thirty. This needs to happen, fast. Sorry Jake, buddy, I hope you understand. He will. Pin, 08-21. His birthday, shocker. His money comes out in hundreds and within six minutes, I can leave. Giving the cars behind me a nice needed break from their beeping. But just to make them special, I don’t forget to ‘give them the bird’.
I slid my phone into my pocket, I look through the glass one more time to see if an officer was on his way in response to my banging. I didn’t see an officer, I saw someone else. It’s a man, looking at me. His flesh is snow. His eyes bloodshot, streaming tears like rain poured down his face and bags underneath for tears to slide upon. There’s a story in his eyes, lullabies and goodbyes. He looks young in the face but old of feelings. He looks like a man I once knew, this man was happy. He’d smile with bright white teeth and rosey red cheeks. He has his girlfriend beside him and his small children in each of his arms. He has a tan color of flesh and his eyes are pearly white with blasts of blue.
He holds up a sign usually, he would be now if he was here. “Are you happy?” A sign white with black and red patterned lettering. Is he asking me? I honestly couldn’t tell you what happiness feels like anymore. I’ve learned to rely on mirrors for the passed few days, I’ve realized that sometimes you will look in the mirror and recognize what you see. It could be the brightest smile, or the whitest teeth, even the most dazzling eyes you’ve ever seen. Sometimes you’ll look in the mirror and see something completely new.
It could be the appalling sight of vital fluid, or the crestfallen tear, even the tragic sight of a hawser necklace. No matter what your eyes behold in a mirror, someday, you’ll understand exactly why they were there. Sooner or later you will experience the other side of the mirror.Only then will you understand, after all, ‘objects in mirror are larger than they appear’. I guess I could say I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing.
In these passed few days, I’ve looked back on the decisions I’ve made since I discovered the beautiful girl I now know as AddiLynn. I’ve come to learn a lot of lessons. One; people say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. The truth is, you knew what you had, you just never thought you’d lose it. Now I look back on everything. All the times I could’ve held her a little closer while I listened to her problems. All the times, I could’ve spent more time with her and helped her with the little things like washing the dishes or folding the laundry.
I could’ve made a task that was looked on as a chore into a bonding experience and an unforgettable memory. All the times I could’ve rearranged my plans so I could fall asleep with her instead of imaging it. All of my relationship now consists of the “I could’ve” but the reality is I didn’t. I’ll now never forgive myself for the things I could have done and how much I took for granted with Addi. Now she’s gone, and I might never see her again.
Don’t say that Andy!
But it’s the reality.
I’ve had so many sleepless nights away from home. A house, can be a home but without the person who makes you want to come home every night, you realize it wasn’t the house that is your home it’s the love of your life watching the clock waiting for you. I do miss my home, I miss my AddiLynn. There’s a thousand moments that I have taken for granted with her by my side. Mostly because I assumed there’d be trillion more.
“Hey Mr.Biersack! Where are you going?” An officer yelled at me as he watched me walk passed his desk, eating his donut. That donut must taste better than freedom, while he’s on his ass eating gaining another pound, I’m about to risk my life to save two others. And I know,
I most likely won’t make it out alive.
It’s like everyone in this place is trying to find out what makes me tick, thinking that I’ll lie down sore and sick for them as they do it. “I just need some fresh air.” I expressed walking passed him. No cops, check. Next, money. I look down at my watch as I walk to my car, two fifty-nine p.m. I’ve only got an hour. Someway somehow, I won’t back down. Running, I get to my car and speed out of the parking lot.
My mind’s racing, I have to get to the bank. Each of us has at least five million dollars in our accounts and I thankfully know the passwords due to the fact I was the only one responsible enough to make the accounts. The only thing I can hear is my panting, I’ve never been so rushed before in my life. Take a minute to breathe Andy, you’ve got plenty of time for the bank.
The first thing you come to leaving the police station is an intersection, and it then goes into a highway. Needless to say, everyone on the road knows there is several irritating types of drivers. One: the old people, during road rage preferably referred to as ‘grandma’ or ‘grandpa’ and are typically extremely slow. Two: The teenagers who just learned to drive, already making their stability on the road shaky. They also LOVE to blast their music way to loud and can’t hear anything such as a siren.
Obviously hearing is an important part of driving if you’re going to be anywhere a emergency vehicle with SIRENS would be. Common sense, you can listen to it, but turn it down. Lastly, three: the people who think they are above everyone else and don’t believe in the true dangers of texting while driving. This can be classified also with the first two types of drivers, making them worse than ever before. Just like hearing, paying attention with your EYES to the road is a necessity to driving.
My point is, I got every single type of driver in front of me in my way. I’ve never had road rage this bad, and I wouldn’t be surprised if people will be talking about how insane I am for the rest of their day. I can hear panting, and beeping, lots of beeping. Opps, is that me? Aw well. Finally, after I get to the bank, I don’t waste anymore time by going inside and asking for my money. Instead, lets hit the ATM machine. I put in my card and my pin number 12-26, I can feel my heartbeat like someone is hitting me as I lean against my car door. Just my like, I’m getting money, but it’s coming out in fifty’s. I was clearly hoping for hundreds. So much more time would now be wasted just on my account.
After I get all my money and count it, I place it into an envelope I found in my glovebox. Cars behind me are already beeping, compared to my thoughts they sound a million miles away. I ignore them. I don’t have Ashley’s, Jake’s, C.C’s, or Jinxx’s cards so now I have to rely on remembering every pin correctly.
It’s for AddiLynn, please, don’t screw this up.
Ashley’s pin is 02-14 Valentines day, and AddiLynn’s birthday. Ashley’s money comes out in hundreds with a few singles. Must be from the strip club. Thank you in advance Ash. I check my watch, three fifteen, and three more accounts to go. Please hurry. More beeping occurs as I move onto Jinxx’s account. Pin, 19-86 the year he was born. Jinxx’s money comes out in hundreds. Thank God, and Jinxx. He’s a true friend.
Check the clock, three twenty that only took five minutes! I still don’t have a lot of time. Hurry machine, my fiancees and daughter’s lives depend on you. C.C’s pin, 04-21 his birthday. Was I really not that creative when I had them pick their pins? C.C’s money comes out in twenties. Ironic, C.C the jokester would be the one screwing me over right now.
Time, three thirty. This needs to happen, fast. Sorry Jake, buddy, I hope you understand. He will. Pin, 08-21. His birthday, shocker. His money comes out in hundreds and within six minutes, I can leave. Giving the cars behind me a nice needed break from their beeping. But just to make them special, I don’t forget to ‘give them the bird’.
Notes
Hey guys! I took over five hours writing this and I'm super proud with the first and second paragraph! Just saying, hope you liked it as much as I did! :)
Is there going to be a sequel?
2/29/16