• You may thing that a simple wash in the shower would be the most innocent thing possible, right? Well, before you go and agree with me, know that it’s not. In my world, all it takes is a shower for you life to completely change. See, I had a razor in my hand, and I was leaning over. The razor was pressed against the top of my ankle, and I gently pull up with the slightest bit of pressure. As I do, a sudden jerk up snags my skin, and cuts through. I pull the razor away. The strange thing about razor cuts, it they don’t hurt. They just bleed…A LOT. I expected so much as this one, and seeing how my shower was pretty much at its climax. (Aside from my slightly furry legs) I step out and await the flow of blood. None soon comes. I sigh in exasperation, and plop down on the toilet, pulling my leg up and examining the bloodless wound. Again, for the third time this week, I almost started crying. There was not a drop of the red, crimson blood that is so fatal to us humans. No. Instead, a stream of gold spilled from the cut, cascading down my foot and dripping to the ground. It didn’t feel warm like blood does…nor cold. It mimicked my skin temperature perfectly. Of course, curiosity took over just then, and I instinctively gripped the first sheet of toilet-paper I saw, frantic to cover up the gold wound. It was ‘bleeding’ horribly! I was sure I’d lost an entire gallon of ‘blood’ within the 30 seconds the cut existed. I place the paper over my leg, almost in tears from panic. I freeze for a moment, unable to help but remove the paper, and examine the injury.
    It was gone, my skin was flawless…aside from the golden smears on my leg. I blink, then get to my feet, hopping up and down several times. Nothing. I race to the kitchen, desiring to experiment this sensation further. I grab a knife…and bring it to my arm…then hesitated. Something was amiss… I blinked, and bring my arm closer to my face, staring at it as my eyes trail over my wrist. My veins…they weren’t the deep blue I was used to, but gold. I let out a scream of frustration and hurl the knife into the sink, growling as I stomped into my room, quickly tossing on clothes, scooping up my jacket and soon vanishing through the door.

    I stubbornly pull my jacket up to my throat, biting the inside of my cheek, lost in thought. I stopped when I broke the skin, and tasted blood. My eyebrows rose, and I spat on the ground. I gold glob rests. I growled again, muttering curses under my breath. I wanted to know what was happening to me. Should I go to the hospital? Ugh no! A little town like this doesn’t have a hospital close to it….it would take me and hour to walk there. I let out a small sigh, and keep my eyes glued to the ground. I didn’t know it at the time…but I was walking toward my own little sanctuary. It was a forest area. I had always wanted to live in the middle of a forest. Have a tiny little house that the roof leaked a little when it rained…a pet cat that I was always yelling at…but still loved it, a fireplace…and a crooked, old bookshelf that had a million thick books covered in an inch of dust. I soon found myself stumbling against a log, and I slowly ease by butt onto it, my hands shaking and sweat streaming down my face. I could have thrown up. I was scared, stressed, and dizzy.

    I sat there lost in a web of thoughts I’d never recall for what felt like two hours. I could have walked to the hospital and back in that time…but no, I had to sit around and think. Around three hours, I heard someone behind me. I was a little shocked. The whole reason this place was my sanctuary was because no one ever visited. I didn’t give them much attention though, I was too lost in my own labyrinth of a mind. I felt someone tap my shoulder…but it could have been my imagination. I whimper, unable to contain myself as I drop to my knees and cover my face with my hands, “Go away!”

    “You pathetic little brat! Get up!” I heard a male voice order, at the same time I felt a hand grip the back collar of my shirt and yank me to my feet. I stumbled slightly, and reflexively slap the man behind me with as much feeble force possible. He growled, and grabbed my throat, pushing me back, but still holding me so I was prevented from falling. “Scarlett! Calm down!” I did. He was too beautiful to disobey. My eyes trailed his face several times. He was gorgeous! His eyes where a deep green…kind but fierce at the moment. His hair was a light blond…and his face was just all around perfect! I blink once, and he let me go. I watched him brush off his shirt in awe, and he glared at me. I shuddered.

    “Listen, I know your going through some wired stuff right now, and I’m here to explain it.” Now, my brain started clicking. How did he know my name? How did he find me? How DARE he touch me! My eyes narrow, and I fold my arms over my chest, looking at him with a critical eye.

    “My name is Ty…You, Scarlett, died a few weeks ago. Your still dead, and though things seem normal, your just trying to live your life the way would should nothing have happened. You where murdered…and because of that, you became an angle.”

    I freeze, skeptical…but at the same second I knew that what he said was true. I was dead…I was murdered…I am an angle.