Asunder

CHAPTER 2

                                                            _Past.

My life is complicated. No, no. Not like their complicated. No, my complicated. I'm two years old, Europe. My parents are fighting. I scream trying to get them to stop, but they won't. Looking out of the car window, it's gorgeous. Tall, strong trees. Stained glass, light falls. I closed my little eyes and smile. OPEN, angels. They're playing on the blurred trees. Giggle. O O P S. Big mistake.

I've wandered through life like this. Seeing them, hearing them. Little perfections that made me laugh. Imaginary friends to most. Something extremely more to me.

I could FEEL them. I  c a n  feel them. Wrapped in the finest silk, complete bliss. Until, you stop breathing. The angels love me, they want me to be one of them. Help and control.

They aren't the only ones fighting. Fighting for ME. Angels, soft, delicate, existence. NO. Stabstabstab, hate, evil. Not the only ones. There are.. Others. I'm being stretched. Choose. Heaven or hell. Perfection or perfection.

No. They want me too. Sin was sent to me when I was 13. Another being, another fragment. Swimming around in my mind, only one who can see him. Only one who cared. Wrong, greedy little girl, wrong. Everyone else can see him too. 

"Hey, who's that guy you were talking to?"

What guy.

"Are you two going out?"

What are you talking about.

"How cute."

SHUT UP. 

You don't know. You don't understand. If you did understand you would know he is evil. You'd know he wants to     kill     me.

Sin - cold, harsh, hatred, murderous, secretly in love with me. He's a disgrace, he's misplaced.