She had never hated herself more than she does now. It was like she never deserved anything good in her life. The one good that managed to survive in her life she foolishly drew and end to it, and now she doesn't even know how to feel anymore but to cry.
Cry as hard and as loud as she could.
Maybe the person up there would also feel disgusted by her and shut her up for good.
Ebony moved on the stony grounds, grabbing a few stones with her hands to hurt herself with and whimpered when Michael kicked it all out from her grasp. She gazed up at the angry glares of her other angel friend.
He shouldn't have given her another life.
He should have left her alone to rot in that hell's pit and die of her disease the following year.
She moved to lie on her back this time.
