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Fallen Angel

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"They're only blackberry stains, Scottie." She assures me, soft voice lilting and whispery like the east coast wind, tinged with the taste of salt, that teases her obsidian hair.

I'm tracing the harsh purple bruises that tell painful stories as they paint her ivory skin like serpent tails, crawling down her concave collarbones, and curling unforgivingly around her thin upperarms.

"Angel kisses will wipe them all away while I sleep." She promises, brushing my fingers away from her bleached porcelain skin, as if she might break under my fleeting and gentle touch, and I wonder which one of us she's trying to convince.

"You're the only angel I've ever seen." I reply, smiling and trying to grasp her hand in my own, as she pushed me further

"No...I fell from Heaven too long ago." She whispers, more to the bluffs at our backs than to me, "I got lost in the poison ivy and briar thorns, ripping and tearing at my skin like demon teeth. The sky seemed so far away, and blackness buried the sun, covering my eyes in a darker night than I had ever seen in the Heavens. I felt the calloused fingers drooping through the thorns, until they closed around my neck, tugging me from what I was sure was my grave. I could hear the other angels scream as my wings tore from my shoulder blades, held captive in the greedy hands of the brush, rotting in their grasp as I was carried away, refusing to cry out in pain.

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I wince inwardly, cringing away as she dabs at the thick scarlet, dripping readily from her swelling lips, in the bathroom mirror.

She tries to offer me a smile, only a saddening mimic of true happiness. "It's alright, Scottie, they're only red rose petals." She promises, as the crimson drips to the floor, blooming across the bleached white tile, "Red roses mean love."

"That's not love he's showing you, May." I moan sadly, trying to wrap my arms around her waist, jutting hip bones clawing at my forearms in defense, but she freezes at my touch, body going rigid, and reluctantly, I let her go.

"Don't worry, the ocean waves will wash them away while they rock me to sleep." she says, letting her pale eyelids slip closed, lavender veins criss-crossing the thin, pallid skin, "Like the time I tried to get back to Heaven, throwing myself off the cliffs, as if I still had my wings. The water burned my lungs, lips so far from the surface and the pretty black cobwebs mercifully covering my eyes, as the water turned to ice, and the sun, that shone off the waves, drifted further away as I sunk."

"You drowned?" I question, eyes spilling over with worry, and hands begging to reach out and gather her into my arms - finally safe from the harsh world.

"No, no." She says, voice tinged with a stabbing sadness, as her eyes flutter open again, "I wasn't so lucky. Someone pulled me from the water's lulling arms, and again I was tugged away from my Heaven."

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"No!" I roar, as her fragile body is pulled from the twisted metal, sick scarlet painting the slick road, illuminated by the streetlamps and lying headlights.

I shove past the yellow tape, throwing it aside as I dodge the men keeping me from my falling angel, "May" I cry, tears already slipping from my eyes, red with rage at the man pinned under the wreckage of the car behind me.

The glaring white of her stark bone, splattered in her blood, is visible through a gash in her arm, and torn cheek, skin chewed to a pulp around the tear, bruises blooming rapidly as the crimson stains through the white of the stretcher blanket.

"Somebody help her!" I scream, thrown into a rage by the indifferent paramedics, struggling instead to release the demon pinned under the mangled metal, rather than waving this angel, bleeding out in front of me.

"It's okay, Scottie." She says, again attempting that false smile to appease me, but the pain in her eyes transforms it to a grimace, "It's only my angel wings growing back, right? The pretty white feathers blooming from my skin again."

Sobs shake my entire frame, as the tears flow relentlessly down my cheeks, "Yes, May, you were always an angel. Just please, don't leave me, you're my angel. I need you, May."

"But I'm going back to Heaven, now, right Scottie?"

"Yes, May." I stammer, choking on my tears, "Where all the angels belong."

"Thank you, Scottie." Her voice hardly a whisper, and emerald eyes just peeking out at me from under her dipping eyelids, "I've always wanted to be an angel."

"You were always my angel, May, always." I moan, watching her eyes slip closed as the paramedics still struggle to free the monster's dead body, as it seeps through the ground, to the Hell where it belongs.
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goldlily9's avatar
No words other than this is extremely sweet, and I almost began to weep.