The Guarded Angel

This is just the beginning, but I want opinions on it.

There she sat, in the back of the class, her eyes always on her desk.Since I had transferred, I had never seen her smile, and I found that odd.In a strange sense, it felt like she wasn't suppose to be here. She looked up, glaring as she stared, eyes full of hate. Just as I was going to say hello, the bell rang and she was off.

I have never seen any one move so fast, it was as if she flew. As I rushed out the door, I spotted her,she was beautiful. Her name, was Chelsea. She had eyes that could make your heart melt, she had long, wavy, auburn colored hair, she was gorgeous. Surrounded, I didn't want to approach her, although I had perfect reason too. Not only had she ignored me the whole period, she had completely glared at me, not giving me a chance to speak. I wanted nothing more, then to walk up to her and embrace her in my arms. I wanted her to know, I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her I wasn't going to be here long, that I loved her, and that I would stay if she wished. Nothing mattered now though, she hated me, for a reason I was not certain of. Nothing about her made sense, her beauty, her quick movement, her hard, yet calm and understanding eyes. It was as if she was sent from the gods, only to crush and rip apart my soul. Only one person, did she care about, and that was Steven. He had eyes of solid red, not a smile cracked his face as he looked around motionless. Glaring as he stood in front of her. No one was to be near her, I grasped this the first day, and he had no intention of leaving her side after classes. Although they were in separate grades, her a sophmore, him a senior, they were inseperable. It was as if she were an angel, and he was her guardian. Their beauty equally stunning.

As I walked away, I noticed they hadn't moved. Momentarily distracted, Michelle took the chance to walk up to me and say, "You going to the dance on Saturday?" As thoughts, or explanations, ran through my head I answered quickly, "Are you?"

"Well, of course, but are you going, Kaleb?"

"I don't have anyone to go with," I said, it sounded like a likely excuse.

"Well, I was kinda wondering, would you go with me?" she said to quickly.

"Really, I heard Troy was going to ask you. Did he chicken out?" I said trying to distract her.

"I guess so, will you just answer please?"

"Umm.....Sure I will go, on one condition, you tell Troy you are going with me," I said, great.

"Wow, really? I will totally go tell him!" she said, sounding excited.

I went home that night pondering how I could get out of this. I know Troy likes her, and I am going to hear about this tommorow if he actually did ask Michelle. Nothing is worse then Troy when he is mad. Nothing could come to my head, it was as if I was stuck going to my first dance, with a girl my bestfriend was going to ask out. I lay in bed that night, not being able to sleep as I thought about Chelsea's piercing eyes, full of hate, yet something was behind that. It was as if she was just trying to get me to look away, she was trying to hide something from me, unlike Michelle. Her eyes gave away everything about her. She may smile, even on her worst day, but if you look in her eyes, you can tell that she is having a horrible day, but with Chelsea you can never tell. She stares at you with a blank expression constantly, kinda like she doesn't have emotions, and she only smiles around Steven.

I woke up the next morning, slowly getting out of bed to find myself very dizzy, and kind of dazed. When had I fallin asleep last night, I couldn't remember. Nothing seemed to be where I had placed them, I then was shocked to realize, I wasn't in my room. "Where am I?" I asked myself out loud, as if that would strike a distant memory. My voice came out as a low wisper, as I realized how dry my throat was. It seemed as if I wouldn't find out, until I heard someone coming up the stares. Staring out the door, Chelsea appeared at the top of the stairs, looking stunning like every other day of the week. Was I at Chelsea's? This thought worried me, I don't understand why, but suddenly I feel expossed.

Chelsea burst into the room with that hard stare, "Nice to see you finally decided to wake up. I thought I was going to have to take you to the hospital! You are just lucky Steven found you!"

"Well, what happened?" barely getting the words out.

"You ran off Kaleb! What the hell did you think you were doing?!?!"

"Wait, you know my name?"

"Of course I know your name, you sit in front of me everyday.."

"You have never spoken to me, ever," I stumbled, and fell, running right into the wall, "Why did you help me?"

Helping me up, I could tell she was hesitant, not wanting to give away her dark secrets. "I didn't, Steven did. Next time, be more careful, please."

Thoughts of the past night ran through my head, I could never remember running away, but more then that, what was I running from? Just as the words went through my mind I remembered the dream I had last night...The demon, it's eyes glowing red, it looked just like Steven had the day before. What the hell happened?

I looked down, and realized I wasn't wearing a shirt, and I had dried blood on my left shoulder. "Where was I exactly?"

Chelsea hesitated, "We fou- I mean, he fould you out in the woods by the old lake."

"The old lake, you mean out by the cemetary?"

"Yea, you were out by your parents graves, just laying on the ground. We saw the cut on your shoulder" She ran her fingers across my cut, running a fresh shot of pain through my arm, "Steven wanted to run you to the hospital, but I told him it wasn't too deep, and that you would be fine."

She looked into my eyes helplessly, like she was trying to hide something from me.

"How long have was I asleep?"

"4 days.."

"4 days! How could I have possibly slept that long?" Wait, a thought came to my mind, had I managed to miss the dance?

"I don't know, but I have been getting calls from..Michelle? She wants to know if you will be well enough to go to the dance tonight.."

"I...I..Her name is Michelle, you got that right..I didn't miss the dance? Damn it, that was the one thing I was hoping for.."

She turned around to walk away, her robe flowing lightly behind her, and then she stopped suddenly, turning around quickly to look at me. She glared at me, "Lay down, now!"

Just as I was getting into the bed, my head hitting the pillow, I heard Steven coming up the stairs, breathing heavily as if he had just come back from a long run.

"Is he doing ok?" came Steven low musky voice, I always imagined it to be something like this.

"He will be fine." She sounds so innocent, and yet, terrified.

"Good, I want him out by sunset, I got some people coming over tonight, and he can't be here."

What the hell is he talking about? People coming over, since when does he have friends? Maybe he had some friends back in his home town of....To think about it, no one knows where he is from. I moved my legs slightly, trying to get more comfortable, the pain finally setting in. "Did he just move? Has he been awake this whole time? Chelsea, he better now be awake!" His voice sounded comanding, and powerful.

Chelsea said something quickly, almost to fast for me to hear, "He isn't awake, just shuffling in his sleep, I will wake him up in a few minutes."

"You better make sure he doesn't find out about the people coming over, or you know exactly what will happen Chelsea."

"Yes Steven," Her voice low, and deeply saddened.

I opened my eyes a crack, seeing the look on Steven's face fade, as he realized I was just waking up.

"Hey Kaleb, just getting up I see?" He said, sounding cheerful, and compassionate.

"Hey.." My voice cracked, and felt as if it was burning

"Glad to see your awake, I gotta get going, but you shirt was pretty badly torn. You can wear one of mine, my room is down in the basement, first door on the right. I will get it back from you tomorow at school."

"Thanks, sorry for the trouble I have caused.." Barely coming out as a whisper.

"No trouble, you just get better. I think you have slept enough in the last 4 days, to last you a week, I don't even think you moved. Anyway, I have to get going, see you around."

 

Author's Note

My grammar may be somewhat...Different. Just give me your opinion.

Reviews

[WildRose]

You have some neat word pictures, but the flow of the story seems broken.

Your characters need a bit of work.

Your not being very clear on what they are doing, its like each character is two different people.

But you do have a very interesting way of describing things, what can(in my opinion) very easily turn into a great page turner.

Keep it up!