Where Angels Fall

Revelations 1

Today is cold. Everyday since mom died is cold to me. But today feels different, I don’t really know what it is but it’s colder.

I walk towards my house on my way from the shop not minding the rain I’m walking in. I love the rain, the rain is beautiful, enough to hide the pain. I love when it rains because I can cry without getting weird glances which I have gotten a few times since I do cry quite often these days.

I’m not crying today though, it’s been a not so shitty day.

Walking in the rain soothes me.i enjoy the cold cause I’m used to it now.

I walk slowly to the apartment that I know will most definitely be empty cause my uncle is out somewhere getting stupid drunk or gambling our last money away. If I didn’t keep the shop Open we’d be broke by now.

My mother and him used to run an antique shop which was quite popular around here and business was good and still is quite good on some days. Just wish Jerome kept it open enough while I was in school.

I understand him though, him and my mom were twins and were so close. When she died it’s like he lost a part of himself and has never been the same again.

I pity him, Jon i mean, I pity us, I pity the little dog that I just spotted in the cold.

I turn to look at it contemplating taking it home with me but decide against it.

I’m in no state to take care of another being, I can barely take care of myself and my uncle.

I continue on just to be stopped by a painful hit to the head.

Ouch! Well where did this pole come from

I look around to see if anyone spotted me and I’m glad everyone is busy hiding from the rain to care.

I chuckle at my pitiful state and quickly gather my phone from the ground and continue on to the house.

I can hear the downpour even through the soothing voice of major in my ear as he sings about how he hates some days and wonders why he got out of bed at all. A beautiful song I relate to but also know why I gotta get out of bed every day.

I continue playing my gloomy playlist until I get to the door of my building and just before walking into the door I spot a man probably in his mid twenties at a safe distance.

He’s a beautiful man, he has piercing grey eyes that look tired, I wonder what he’s gone through that has him needing to rest. He has silky black hair that glistens from little droplets of water giving him a somber yet sexy look and he is built like he definitely takes care of his body. He’s beautiful all in all. Definitely not from around here.

I want to keep looking at him but another man runs up to him and he turns away.

I take the chance to walk into my apartment building slowly walking up the stairs to the second floor where the place I call my home is located.

I unlock the door and walk in.

And as always there’s a cold feeling that I dread. I sigh and walk to my room to change into something dry.

I slowly take off my hoodie, the only thing in my life right now that reminds me that the world can be colorful. Mom got it for me a few months before her accident because apparently I needed a little more color in my life and I’ve definitely seen what she meant in these eight months that she’s been gone.

I want to take off my jeans and tank top but I can’t shake this eerie feeling that I’ve had for a while now. Started a few weeks after mom died. It’s like a presence, like someone else is around me, like I’m being watched.

My therapist said it’s probably in my head because I still want to feel my mom around so I usually just brush the feeling off but today it’s stronger.

I slowly walk to my balcony window that is open. Which is weird. I made sure I closed the doors and windows before leaving for the shop today and uncle Jerome never goes into my room anymore even if he did come by the apartment while I was away which he never does in the daytime. I shake the thought off once again and try to walk to the window to close it when I suddenly feel it again the same sensation, only this time it’s stronger.

I feel a strong wind in the room and feel a presence once more. I hear something drop in the kitchen and my heart drops with whatever it was and I know I’m not making this up.

“Who’s there?” I shout

I grab my copper bedside lamp ready to hit whoever thought it was a good idea to break into our home.

“I said who’s there? I’m gonna call the cops!” I shout scared

Suddenly a strong gush of wind pushes me out of the apartment and onto the balcony almost pushing me out!

I scream not knowing what’s going on

I try to move away from the balcony when a even stronger wind hits me and throws me off.

I scream as I fall and I see right where I stood before is a huge pair of wings like that of an eagle only way bigger and a pure white! I guess I must be already dead.

Just then I feel my body hit the ground. I’m definitely not dead yet. The pain is excruciating and I can’t even scream, and darkness consumes me but not before I see a face of a man who seems to be mortified.