The Guardian Angel

Sixteen year old Caitlynn lost both her parents and her younger brother in a car accident. She has now been adopted by her aunt and uncle. She is looking forward to a hard life, but what happens when she meets Tedd, a kind but quite weird boy, and the mysterious Audrey, who tells her a story about different worlds, a kingdom, angels and God?

Note: I put the chapters up as pages - so each chapter is approximately one page in my Word document. AND, sorry for typos and mistakes - I rarely look back at it, so please forgive me.


11. Page eleven

In the ceiling hang a chandelier. One of those old ones, but that had been modernized to be power saving and stuff, and it had the nicest lightning. Warm, but not dark. Light, but not uncomfortable. There were two big windows, on in each end of the attic. Big enough that I could sit in the windowsill without being cramped. My aunt put up some curtains while I was in the hospital, big, thick ones, also in this old style, and with a thin, lighter material in front of the big curtain and the window. This was in both sides, and it was absolutely adorable. I really loved it and I appreciated it so much. Tomorrow we would go look at furniture. A bed, a desk, a wardrobe. Then I could put the rest of my things in place. I had started planning in my head. It was the real beginning. Making my place. Where I could be. Where I could be me, where I could read, sleep, be myself again. I could find myself again. Even with the room almost empty, I felt at home, safe and sound.


As I lay on the couch that night, I couldn’t sleep. I stood up and as quite as possible, I sneaked upstairs, up to the attic. I opend the bag with the feather in. It was so dark that I can’t really see anything, so I go to the window. Outside, the streetlamp shined. The light went through the window and reflected itself in the feather. It’s still white, but it has started to go grey. My back went cold. But then it warmed, when I touch the it, ran my fingers along the sides. I looked outside for just a second, before a slight warmth zipped down the feather and I quickly looked down again. It was white. Pure white. Not even the slightest tint of grey. I dropped it and silently and slowly, it falled to the floor.

Something rustled just above the window and I backed away. My heart beat rapidly. Then everything went quiet again.

I went downstairs, as quietly as I could manage. I had picked the feather up after a few seconds, and now I took it back down with me. Now, it didn’t scare me anymore. It made me feel safe and protected, like being in my mother’s arms. I cuddled under the covers and wished that there was someone to hold me.


“That bed was amazing, Caitlynn!” Stella said with a grin. We were on the way home - we had bought a bed, a nightstand, a closet, a big mirror, pillows, bedding, a desk, a drawer and a bit of clothing for me, old LP’s from a secondhand shop, and a big, very soft carpet for the floor, a CD player and a television, a flat screen, that could be hung on the wall.

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