Utter silence welcomed me when I got home; My parents were probably at work and my sister would be with her friends.
This wasn't something new. I was used to being alone in the house. But I still feel alone sometimes.
And I hate myself for that.
I decided to watch some TV before I start with my assignments.
As I grabbed some soda and sat on the couch my mind wandered back to everything that had happened this week. Azrail told me that he would give me my brother back. A guardian angel had chosen me to save a young boy's life.
Sometimes, all this feels so surreal that I begin to think that I am just making up everything in my head. But the number on my wrist is the wake up call that makes me realize all this is real.
The TV played on in the background as I suddenly began to feel sick. If I failed then I would have to live with this guilt, all my life. That too a long one, as Azrail mentioned.
A person's life depended on me and if I failed then they would die.
Because of me.
