story based on a dream- oh my gosh! an angel just fell on the tree outside my window!
by, 08-04-2010 at 05:00 PM (683 Views)
The wind howled and leafless trees swayed erratically outside my bedroom window. There was thunder here and there which sent Gordo running under my bed, as usual. “chill,” I told him. “its just a storm. It’s not gonna eat you.” The little toy poodle crept cautiously from his hide-out and hopped onto my lap. “It’s Just me and you.” Gordo glanced at me with a solemn expression. I sighed. Since the day of my parents’ car accident I said that quite often. I It was hard being a seventeen year old child, or man, for my matter, to support himself and keep him alive when there was nothing much to live for. I was alone, and if it weren’t for Gordo, I would’ve probably gone crazy being isolated for so long. But I didn’t want to ponder on that.
I looked around. The tiny room filled with the dark depression that had been with me for what seemed forever. Socks and pairs of pants all on the floor, T-shirts hanging on the head of my bed. It was a twin bed, and the bed sheets were quite worn-out. The plain blue color was fading. but It didn’t matter to me. Nothing quite mattered to me, for the exception of Gordo.
I looked outside again, and on the tree outside my window, there was something there that wasn’t before. It looked like a very large bird. it was frantically flapping. “Hey Gordo, how about we catch us some dinner?” Gordo followed me in the kitchen where I had my rifle stored. I live near a forest that allows game, and this is how I usually get my food. I had nothing else to do anyways. I slipped my parka on and stepped into my boots. I should’ve put my gloves on but I don’t mind my hands getting a little bloody.
I went outside and walked to the tree which was very close-by. The sky was as dark as if midnight came six hours early. It hasn’t been raining like this in a long while, or really raining at all. Either way it didn’t bother me from getting my game. I was hungry and looking forward to a good dinner. I stuck a couple of bullets in, just in case the first shot didn’t get the bird down. Rain stung my face, and I had to lean forward so the wind wouldn’t take me down. but even in these conditions I would never miss a shot. I propped my gun up and placed my hands in the trigger. I squinted to see. Then I rubbed my eyes.
“I must be hallucinating.”
It was not a bird but a girl…with wings? I thought this was a joke.
“Hey girl! I don’t you think this is the wrong time for you to learn how to fly?!”
She was struggling on that branch. Maybe she was demented.
I wedged my rifle on a fork of the tree and climbed up. The branches were extremely fragile, and She was quite high up. My stomach became tighter with every step I took. When I got close enough, I saw she was about my age, maybe a little older.
“How the hell did you get here?” my voice was barely audible over the rain.
She didn’t reply. She just stretched out her hand aimlessly. The moment I grasped it an immense wave of shock went through my body, I let go of her and I almost lost my balance. She seemed to notice, and showed an expression of ‘oops’ on her face. I grabbed her hand again. This time there was just a gentle tingle.
I guided her down from the tree, my heart pumping. It was harder coming down than going up. I slipped a couple of times and I don’t know how I managed not to fall. my mind was racing, working by instinct.
When we finally felt the ground I snatched my rifle and we ran inside before I could fully process what had just happened.
I sighed of relief. I tried to turn on the lights.
“Great. The power’s out. Just what I need.” I stumbled to the kitchen cabinet to find the lighter.
When i finally lit up some candles after many stubborn tries, I focused my attention of the demented girl.
I spoke slowly. “Hey, go on and sit down. don’t worry if your wet.”
She sat down on my blue fabric reclining chair in the middle of the living room. I was hoping she wouldn’t sit there.
She got up and sat on the wooden chair next to the recliner. She smiled at me. Did I say that out loud? I thought.
“No.” she replied.
“I didn’t say anything.” I assured her.
“I know, you don’t have to.” she was still smiling.
It was only now that I got a good look at the girl. She was a dirty blond and had eyes of silver that shined in the candle light . She wore a long-sleeved robe. I could not help but stare at the wings. She shivered and the wings wrapped themselves around her.
“Where did you some from?” I had unconsciously put on a face that probably offended her, because she frowned and looked down.
“The sky…” her voice shook.
“Are those…?” I pointed at the wings.
“Real?” she looked straight at me now. Then she stood up and turned her back to me. She spread them out and folded them again, the feathers looking more like crystal, but soft, vibrating slightly as she moved them. It was soothing just to look.
“Are you…? I couldn’t believe the conclusion I was about to make.
“An angel?” she finished my sentence.
“stop doing that.” I said hastily.
“reading my mind like that…you’ve been doing that for the past 10 minutes…”
“oh… cant you do that?” she said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“No. am I supposed to?” I crossed my arms. I was officially freaked out.
“oh, I’m sorry, I know most humans can’t do that…” she looked away.
“ok, what? Wait…so…you’re an… I cant believe that...”
She sighed. “ I knew I was going to have a problem.” she sat down again and rested her face on one hand.
“No, no, its not like that…” this was the hardest, most confusing conversation I had been in. I didn’t know what else to say. I hardly paid attention to the thunder outside. I had completely forgot about Gordo.
“How about we…start from the beginning? When you were on that tree. What exactly happened?” I went over to the reclining chair and sat down. this was going to be good.
“Well I don’t remember much to tell you the truth. All I wanted was to go to earth, for some reason… so I decided to go as i was, but something went wrong. I wasn’t supposed to be seen. The reason why I fell into the tree was because gravity pulled me down.”
“So you just became more dense right? I added. “And you fell… I heard about fallen angels but I never thought they would fall that way.”
“Mmmhm.” she looked directly into my eyes. I lost concentration for a mintute, then I blinked. “ahem…Well…you seem all flesh and bone…”
“But I’m not. I just became dense enough to be seen and heard, and not to go through things.”
I was trying to put sense into this, but it was very hard for a man of average intelligence. Even though I’m quite open-minded, I never put much thought to things I couldn’t see. Now I have a fallen angel sitting in my living room.
I nodded to her to signal I understood. “well now that that’s settled, how about we wash up and get some sleep? The water will be a little cold if you don’t mind, uh..”
“Rachael.” she looked at me with that smile again.
“Dylan.” I smiled back. For the first time in a year. I got up from the recliner and headed upstairs to the bathroom.
“oh, um, by the way, I don’t sleep.” Rachael was still sitting.
“ok then, well, you’re still welcome in my bedroom. I’ve been needing some human company.”
“well I’m not…”
“I know.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I noticed I was in a better mood than always. Ever since Rachael came in, The atmosphere suddenly lit up.
“You haven’t done that in a while, haven’t you?” her face showed a sorry expression. I was afraid that she would know. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.
“Your parents…I’m so sorry. But remember, they‘re in a good place now.”
It hadn’t occurred to me to ask her about them. She is an angel.
“Did you see them? Are They ok?” I suddenly became eager.
“Their names? I just might know them.” I felt she really wanted to help me. I totally forgot I used to think she was demented. I regret that.
“Barbara and Gabriel Hale..."
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