Fly Higher

She promised to be true to him.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Of course it didn't, you're paralyzed from the neck down. You can't feel anything anymore."

Daniel brushed his hand over the young girl's face as she lay unconscious in her hospital bed.

"I hoped you wouldn't have had to live through anymore pain after this, and yet look what your lies have done. They've gone and broke your pretty little neck. I thought angels were supposed to fly when they're in the air, but you dropped like a rock. I guess that means you're not a pure angel anymore."

Grabbing her right hand, he breaks each of her fingers at the joint, then lays them gently back down and hides them under the blanket edge.

"And here I thought that phrase was for more than just a pretty face. I hope your broken bones were worth breaking my heart, Angelina."

Getting up, Daniel pulls out a pair of scissors. Taking a small lock of her soft blonde hair, he pockets it and leaves the hospital room, closing the door with care. Walking over to the elevator and pressing the button, he waits patiently for the numbers for his floor to glow yellow. Dinging in unison with the lights, the doors slide open silently as Daniel steps inside. Pressing the button for the top floor, he stares at an advertisement for traveling overseas, scrutinizing every inch of it from text to the artist's choice of background.

"The only wings I fly with are the two on my back." He mutters softly to himself.

As the elevator finally ascends to the roof, Daniel pulls out the hair and a lighter. Walking to the edge of the building, he sets the small tuft of blonde alight, casting it off into the open sky.

"Dirty angels must be cleansed in bright flames, to be born anew in Heaven."

Stepping away from the edge, he stalks back to the elevator. Ding. Floor 15.

"Overseas? Are we not all living on one mass created as our home?"

Stepping past the receptionist's desk on the way back to Angelina's room, he nods solemnly to the man there. The man doesn't bat an eye as he resumes looking busy on his computer. Before entering her quiet white room, Daniel swipes the name tag out of the doorway. Rewiring the machinery artfully, he resets them to an unused state, causing no alarm to escape them. He lifts her easily in his arms, and steps back out of the room, closing the door with care. Methodically checking each room, he finally finds one with yet another young girl who is medically asleep after surgery. Laying Angel down next to her, Daniel now lifts up this young girl in his arms after disabling the machines, carrying her back to Angel's now unmarked room and placing her in the bed. Pulling up the covers, he leaves the door completely ajar with a single light on in the bathroom. Walking back into Angel's newly acquired room, he pulls out her paper name tag and rests it on her chest. Hefting her up, he lays her on the window sill, sliding the glass back.

"May you once again fly with wings of white, and flap not with arms of black."

Daniel lights the piece of paper on fire, then once she is sufficiently ablaze, he casts her out the window to fall into the dark night below.

"Good night, sweet Angel."

Reviews

[Alexis]

I loved reading this - I would say such a good time keeper. I love how detailed and vivid you are with your words! I would though, read this, if you decided to write more(: