Wingless and Beautiful

Archangel Michael – the angel of protection and strength.   “Please stop!” I screamed. I felt the trickle of liquid along the side of my face. Once I got over the shock, I felt the unbearable pain as it ripped through my skin, forever damaging it. “You son of a bitch! Stop! Oh God, let her go!” I heard my mother scream. “Let her go! Please, I beg you! Stop it!” “No! She’s a spawn of the Devil! Can you not see it?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “Maybe you can’t! Her beautiful, angelic face conceals all the darkness within her! I will show you! Once her beauty is gone… you will see her for what she really is!” He pulled my hair so I could face him. I willed myself to be brave as I stared at the man who once meant the whole world to me. He was staring back at me with bloodshot eyes rimmed with dark circles. They were blazing with anger, like he truly believed I was a demon he needed to kill. He lifted the glass bottle over my

Af – the angel of light.   The next day, Meredith dropped me off at CRC. She didn’t say anything, maybe for fear of jinxing my decision to go out of the house, but I know that she was over the moon that I wanted to come back to the center. “I have a meeting in the town center,” she called as I got out of the car. “I’ll pick you up in the afternoon. Keep your cellphone open.” I nodded and headed towards the grounds. Meredith waved at the guard standing on the gate, who immediately let me in. I walked to the side of the building, towards the path of trees that led to the woods. Last night, I thought about the words that Hunter said to me. I felt like with the limited words he said, in the short span of time that I spent with him… he really reached out to my soul. He spoke the words I couldn’t say to Meredith… the words I could not even admit to myself. I hated to acknowledge it, but Meredith was right. I needed to talk to s

Miniel – the angel of love. I kept coming back to the center every day for more than a month. It seemed that since my meteor shower date with Hunter, I had a permanent smile on my face. I felt lighter inside. I also found it easier to sleep at night. My nightmares were somehow replaced with dreams of the magnificent boy I met at the most unlikely place.Every day, Hunter would wait for me at the front steps and we’d go to our garden together. He would always have his guitar case slung on his back. I would always play the song, ‘Angel’ for him. It was like we had our own world, and no one could touch us… hurt us or haunt us here in our garden.Hunter was devilishly handsome… and heavenly sweet. He would give me flowers almost every day. He would serenade me with his beautiful voice. He would kiss my scars every day before I went home and he would tell me that he would chase my nightmar

The girls laughed. Then they smiled at me innocently.“Oh, that’s better!” He went close to me and whispered in my ear. “Now, you’re more tempting than the burger. What do you say, we meet up after your shift? I could eat you all night.”Now, that was below the belt! I was so appalled that I slapped him on the face. The girls stopped laughing.“Alice!” my manager called me. “What are you doing?”“He… harassed me!” I replied, trying to defend myself.“No, miss! She said a nasty remark to us and was rude in serving our table.” Chelsea told my manager.What the hell? “I did not!” I said angrily. “I was nice to you and you poured ketchup all over me.” Then I pointed at Don. “And he harassed me!”But my manager was already staring at me with a raised brow, shaking her head.

“Help!” I shouted once again. One of my attackers was pulled behind by a strong force, and the next thing I saw was his body falling to the ground. As he struggled to stand back up, the other guy released me and went for their attacker. I was free. That’s when I saw the guy who came to my aid. He had his back on me. His head was hidden under a gray hood. But I couldn’t have mistaken it. I know it was him. That boy who followed me. The one I called my stalker. He was driving a black Porsche this time. He fought off my attackers almost effortlessly. I turned to grab my bag and started to run. I heard a sharp scratching sound. I stopped to look behind me and saw that one of the guys was down on the ground now. But the other one had a knife with him and he purposefully scratched the hood of the car of my rescuer. “Fuck!” I heard somebody curse. It could be my rescuer when he saw what the guy did to his Porsche. Panic was still gripping my senses. I did th