In front of me was a girl in a white dress and had blonde glowing hair, she looked like she was around my age. What made me so flabbergasted was the fact that she had a single white, feathery wing. She was bruised and there were a few cuts on her forearms. She looked so peaceful lying on the ground. No movement, nothing. I snapped out of my thoughts and picked up the girl off the ground. I ran back to my place as fast as I could with a girl in my arms. Once I got to the apartments I took the elevator to my floor and hurried to my room before someone saw me. Thank god everyone is asleep right now.
I sat her down on my bed and sat on the floor. What was I going to do with a girl that has a fucking wing? I'm freaking out and I don't know what to do. As I was about to get up and get something to eat in my small kitchen, I passed out.
I felt the blood run down my chest as my sight went dark.
My eyes opened wide as I woke up on the floor at the foot of my bed. All I saw was blonde hair covering my face. I looked up to a woman with the smoothest skin, and the bluest eyes stare down at me. I muttered out a " Hello," as I stared back at those blue eyes. The girl quickly pulled away, back on the bed. My legs were still a bit wobbly, but I slowly got up to look at the person on my bed. Her wounds were gone and any holes that were in her dress disappeared. She sat on my bed wrapping her arms around her legs and burying her face in her arms. The wing swiftly covered her entire body.
" I'm friendly, you don't have to hide, " I stammered out, still not believing what I was seeing. Her wing slowly moved away to reveal her beautiful blue eyes and a scared face. Was I really in front of an angel? My mind was racing and her voice broke my train of thought. " I-i'm Luna. " Her voice was soft and gentle. After a long silent pause, I finally stammered out an " It's nice to meet you, Luna! I'm Ian," She didn't say anything, she just looked around my small room.
I was in a dream, right? I had to be, there is no way an angel is in my room. I never believed in Christianity or any other religion. Her soft voice spoke again. " Where am I?" It took me a second to respond to her question. " You're in Overland Park. I found you in the middle of the park. Do you know where you came from?" I had so many questions but I had to know if she was the real deal. I had to know if she was a real angel.
" Where I came from? I don't really know myself. I can't remember much, just my name and a few other things."
"Like what?"
"I remember I'm not of this world. I am from a higher place in the clouds. I'm sorry I can't seem to remember the name of it."
"So you're an angel?" As I said that her soft voice turned into a shriek. She covered her ears and screamed as loud as she could. I thought my window was going to break from the scream. I jumped on the bed and held her in my arms, trying to calm her down. After a few seconds, she slowly stopped. Did I hit a nerve when I asked that question? Is she really an angel?
No, I need to find out more without setting off a nerve. "Are you okay?"
I might as well start out with simple questions. She slowly nodded as I let her go from my arms. Was she done talking to me after that question? There was a lump in my throat that stopped me from speaking. Was I nervous? The lump grew and m throat got tighter and tighter like a balloon right before it pops.
I mustered up my courage and let out a small "Why did you scream?" from my mouth. She stared at the bed and slowly opened but up her mouth to say something "Some of my memories came flooding back and it hurt," her voice was full of pain and I knew I had made a mistake digging further into this. "I'm sorry for asking," I muttered out in shame. She smiled and gave off a weak chuckle. "No you're okay, you don't have to be sorry." that made me feel a bit better but I was still ashamed of myself.
"If you don't mind me asking, are you an angel?"
"Yes, but I lost my wing."
"Do you know how?"
"No, all I can remember is being in a palace of glory and then it went dark. After that, I woke up here."
"Hmmm weird. So then you came from heaven?"
"Heaven?"
"Yeah, the supposed place you go to after you die."
"Oh, right when you die your soul goes to heaven, but if you are pure enough you are born into a higher place known as seventh heaven. The highest heaven in the universe."
"I thought that was a myth."
"Nope! It's real but sacred. Your soul is either made in seventh heaven or you are brought up there, but seventh heaven is also the place most fallen and broken angels are made."
Her voice got low and scary. I had to change the subject before she talks about something I don't want to know. "So then do you know everything that goes on down here?" she gave me a puzzled look and said, "No, I was created in heaven and the purest angel don't even know what the lower world is like."
"Lower world?"
"Yes, the world you live on. it is considered lower, but also higher because god cherishes it."
"Oh, so then you don't have the slightest clue what you are in and what is around you?"
"Nope! All this stuff is weird and unusual." I sighed and thought about how big of a pain it's going to be explaining everything to her. She started to poke around my room and gave off a weird expression on her face whenever she found something unusual to her.
The girl in my room seemed so innocent and pure but also acted like a newborn. Grrrrrrglll. My stomach gave off a loud rumble in the room. Damn when was the last time I ate something? Do angels even eat?
"Hey, I'm going to go grab something to eat. Are you hungry?" I asked her while getting ready to leave. "Hungry?" She sounded like she never heard of that word before. "Nevermind, I'll be back in a few minutes. The store is just across the street so it shouldn't take me that long." I said as I walked out of my room and started for the front door of my apartment.