Nick opened the door of the hospital and we enter. Hospital is almost like heaven. They have persons wearing white all the time, is very quiet, and I can see light of persons. Persons that died and angels by their side, ready for help them to walk through the light. Nicholas let me on a chair and he went with a woman, a beautiful one. She was taller than Nicholas and she was blonde. Small green eyes and a beautiful smile. Pretty beautiful. Nick back with a paper and a pen.
“What is that?” I asked. Everything is new for me.
“Hospital stuff” He answer, keeping his eyes on the paper.
“Oh…. And what is that?”
“You have to write things. Name, number, age… things. Hospital stuff.” He looks upset
“Ok Hospital stuff.” I repeat. That’s good. But there’s a BIG problem: I don’t know anything about it.
“Can I help you?” A women said. I recognize the voice inmediatly, It’s… Sharon? Wait, what is SHE doing in earth?
“Yes. You can.” I said before Nick could open his mouth and say something. “I NEED YOU CHECK ME BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING” I reply making emphasis on all the words. I hope she could understand.
“Ok. I’ll get you with a doctor right now.” She made follow her “ You can stay here. We’ll be back on a few” She said to Nicholas. Sharon opened a door and we enter.
“Sharon! What Am I doing here?” I asked, everything was confusing.
“You have to do you last challenge, and you know it.” She said, calm.
“Yeah. But I thought it was in three years, not now. I’m not ready yet.”
“That’s why its called “Last Challenge” You have to make it by your own. I did it, too”
“Ok. I got that. But, who I am? I mean, here, ON EARTH. On heaven I was ‘Angel Number 246732’ but now I need a name, age and a number. What is all that?”
“That’s why lies exists.” She said, doing a weird face.
“Lies?!? No, no, no, no, no. Angels don’t lie.”
“You aren’t an angel. You are learner. You need your wings, first.”
“I thought become an angel was more easy. How much time do I have to stay here?”
“Six months.”
“Six months?!?” I screamed.
“pshshhhhh!! Someone could hear you. Low your voice. Control your emotions.”
“But, what Am I supposed to do here for six-long months?” I whispered.
“Keep the boy safe. That’s your job.”
“It seems like the boy can do it by himself”
“And he can. But a little bit of help doesn’t hurt.”
“Ok I will.”
“Good”
“But give one reason for do it. And not ‘You need your wings’”
“Ok, ok. Listen. I wasn’t supposed to tell you this, but out there are a lot of shadows trying to kill him
and stole his soul.” My skin turned cold. That was scary. That’s a great reason for keep him safe.
“But why?”
“His soul has a special… costs. He is Half-human, half-angel. And angels of darkness try to get it and have Demon forgiveness.” What did she say? Nicholas is half-angel? Oh my heaven…
miércoles, 7 de abril de 2010
I'm Your angel. 1st chapter.
I was laying on the grass. My eyes were closed, but I know I was on a forest. Wait. Am I on earth? I don’t remember how I came here. Maybe what Sharon said is true. I was ready for my last challenge: keep someone safe. That’s my job. I’m an angel, or almost one. If I do this work in the better way, Sharon (authority on heaven) will give me my wings. And that’s all what I care. I have to do this work in the better way and in the less time. I have to keep someone safe until danger dissapears from his world.I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the eyes of a boy. A pair of deep brown eyes. I only saw that, beause his face was hide it because of sun.
“Are you ok?” Were the first words I hear since I fell from heaven. “Let me help you” He put his hands on my waist and helped me to get up. I couldn’t keep up, and I almost fall, but the boy helped me to keep me on my feets. “Seems like you are little confused. What’s your name?” I didn’t say a word. I just stayed there, watching him. He looks exactly like the boy I have to keep safe. Wait, He is! “Maybe you have to go with a doctor”
“I don’t know one” It was what I say. And I really didn’t. Persons of heaven never get sick. But that it’s not what it cares. If his name is Nicholas Jonas, he is the boy.
“But I do. Let’s go” He guide me until his… his… car? I didn’t remember it so good. But I guess it was one.
“Is this your…??”
“Car? Yes, it is. It’s not the prettiest car of the world, but it works for me” He opened the door and I get into his car. I was pretty amazed of the inside of the car.
“It’s like a house” I said.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I cringed in the sit until we were on the… hospital? Yes. It’s one. I know it for the name. That’s what it says. “Mercy Hospital” I whispered.
“Here we are” He go out from the car, then, he helped me to go out, too.
“Thank you” I just said.
“You don’t talk so much, right?” I only refused.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Ask me.”
“What’s your name?
“Nicholas Jonas. But people calls me Nick.” He is. He is the boy. I found it! Well, he founds me, but it’s the same. Now, I have to tell him who I am. But, how am I supposed to do it?
“Are you ok?” Were the first words I hear since I fell from heaven. “Let me help you” He put his hands on my waist and helped me to get up. I couldn’t keep up, and I almost fall, but the boy helped me to keep me on my feets. “Seems like you are little confused. What’s your name?” I didn’t say a word. I just stayed there, watching him. He looks exactly like the boy I have to keep safe. Wait, He is! “Maybe you have to go with a doctor”
“I don’t know one” It was what I say. And I really didn’t. Persons of heaven never get sick. But that it’s not what it cares. If his name is Nicholas Jonas, he is the boy.
“But I do. Let’s go” He guide me until his… his… car? I didn’t remember it so good. But I guess it was one.
“Is this your…??”
“Car? Yes, it is. It’s not the prettiest car of the world, but it works for me” He opened the door and I get into his car. I was pretty amazed of the inside of the car.
“It’s like a house” I said.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I cringed in the sit until we were on the… hospital? Yes. It’s one. I know it for the name. That’s what it says. “Mercy Hospital” I whispered.
“Here we are” He go out from the car, then, he helped me to go out, too.
“Thank you” I just said.
“You don’t talk so much, right?” I only refused.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Ask me.”
“What’s your name?
“Nicholas Jonas. But people calls me Nick.” He is. He is the boy. I found it! Well, he founds me, but it’s the same. Now, I have to tell him who I am. But, how am I supposed to do it?
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