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(Tis the beginning of meh story >.> pleae do not laughies emo ) I live in world where torment is our food and blood is our water. Where god himself cannot even stand to look at us. Being created by an angel’s defiance is not enough to let us live. We need a god, we need a father. But every time he looks this way the angel spreads her wings.
“Deepest sympathies my lord, for your love these people can not afford. Through dirt and pain they may tumble, on sleet and gravel they do stumble. Do not see them my lord, for your greatest values they can not afford. They are MY mistakes and no others, I forgot to supply these people brothers. But pray I will make these people do, because they must never forget you. I apologize once again my lord, because your affection these people can never afford”
She shields us from his eyes, but everyday we must pray to a father that never even thinks to look upon our faces. Whether the angel is protecting us or watching us decay we often wonder. If only she would let God see us, just once. What would he say? Would she remain his favorite angel?
CHAPTER 1
Waking up in the morning was never my favorite. What’s the point of looking forward to a day that you know is going to be bad. I stare around the room hoping for some sign that maybe Cailyn changed her mind, maybe she let God see us. But nothing, just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before. I slip out of bed and headed towards the bath hoping that on the way I would meet some sort of demise. But then again the chances of that are 0%. I am immortal, just like every other being in this god forsaken place. We cannot die, unless by some chance Cailyn allows us. That, however, will never happen, “Heaven can never be tainted by such a vile few.” I press the green button on the wall and wait for the intercom. “Cold Mr. Waldo?” Rolling my eyes I punch the button harder. “errrr…… Cold Mr. Waldo?”
“Damn it!” I sprint to the door and fling it open. “Someone drowning themselves in their room again!” Three men come rushing up the grey stone steps and up to the third floor. Almost everyday I have to deal with this crap. The foolish people of this place think that if they can somehow baptize themselves in scolding hot water so they can be forgiven. “Cold shower again today” I mumble. What do they expect to be forgiven for?! Is being created such a crime?! Once again I press the button. “Cold Mr. Waldo?” “Yes..” The water starts rising from the bottom of the grey tub. Staring down I regret ever even asking for the water.
Stripping down I slide into the abyss. Well all I can say is, if I wasn’t awake before, I’m sure awake now. Shivering all over I try and find the soap. Damn this world, and all the people in it. “FIVE MORE MINUTES” the alarm calls. I scrub faster and more furiously. Everyday the same thing, wake up, wash up, and pray… pray, pray, pray. What a God, if there is one, what a god. An officer comes bursting into the room. His long grey wings dragging on the floor as he comes near me. “Your time is up, get dressed” I stare at his stone blue eyes. “Did you hear me?! Your time is up you filthy pig! Get dressed!” He picks up the clothes on the dresser and throws them into the water with me. As angry as I am, I don’t say a word. Cailyn’s officers talk a lot of s**t, but they have the muscle to back it up. “Filthy pig” he mutters as he leaves the room. Waiting till he is out of earshot I scream after him, “Stupid a**!!!” I toss the clothes out of the tub and get out. Fadri isn’t going to be happy at all about this. He requires all pray workers to be clean cut, and more importantly, dry. Late and messy, what more can Fadri be mad about? I put the jumpsuit on, then the jacket and last the sandals. Everything is hanging off my body like I had just had lypo suction, or whatever those humans call it. I take a deep breath and head out the door. If only I could prepare for death instead of meeting Fadri.
 YoMonkeysUncle · Sun Dec 09, 2007 @ 06:16am · 1 Comments |
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