Once there was a little Angel she was friendly, and loving and free to fly wherever she wanted. Then one day a demon came along and stole the Angel away. What the demon did to her will forever repeat in the Angel’s mind, and give her nightmares for the rest of her life. When the demon was done with her, he left. He had taken her innocents, he had taken her joy, leaving her hurt and in pain, with wings broken.
But still her sprit was intact, it might have been battered, but it was intact.
Years later as the angel grew older, and her wings healed she was able to learn to fly, and to trust others again. When one day she fall for a man, she never believed herself to be worthy of love, not after what the demon did to her, so she never pursued any man. But this man was different he seemed caring and loving and he made her feel wanted. But in the end he had just used the angel’s kindness and when he was done with her, he left… leaving Angel broken once again inside.
But her sprit was still intact.
And once again, years passed and the Angel continued to fly alone. Then one day a man started to pursue her. The Angel put up a fight, not wanting to be hurt again, but in the end the man won, and the Angel fell in love, for the first time she fall in love. This man made her feel beautiful despite all of the scares she carried, and cared for, but most of all, he made her feel safe. He was the light in her darkness. But in the end it was all a lie… Everything the man promise had been a lie, he shown he’s true nature by revealing himself as a demon, worst then the first. And the Angel, who had given all of her love to him, received nothing in return. When this demon left he didn’t just break her wings he ripped them out. Leaving her bleeding on the floor all alone
Her sprit was shattered.
The Angel in pain looked around her, at her blood and fathers that was everywhere, her eyes stop at her wings, they where only a few feet away from where she lied broken. She then looked to the sky to the heavenly place she loved so much, and could never fly again, and she cried. Tears of a broken heart, no one but the truly lonely could know of. Slowly and painfully the angel drags herself to her feet and stubbles away. Where? she don’t know or care, she just want to get away from this place of darkest despair.
Here is where the story ends, with our Angel standing on a rocky-chief looking down at a twenty-foot drop, watching the waves of the ocean hit the rocks down below. She’s still bleeding from the stubs that used to be her wings. “I’ll learn to fly again, this is not the end for me” the Angel whispers as she takes a step off the liege with a tear rolling down her face, “I’ll learn to fly again… or die trying”…..