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.

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7. Page seven

I sat like that for a long time, even though I’m not sure about how long. Suddenly, I heard something rustle behind me and I spun around, looking back. I saw nothing except a flicker of white behind the threes in the woods a couple of meters behind me. My heart started racing like mad and I hyperventilated. I stood up, pretty much without thinking, and then I walked in direction of the rustle. When I got to the edge of the woodland, I stop. There was nothing. Again, the chill ran down my spine, though it was even more powerful than before, and I really started to regret that I had left home. I took a step back, and again, I saw that flicker of white, even though it was much longer inside the woods. My curiousness gets me, and I started walking in between the threes. I kept on stumbling across branches and leafs; it was still dark, especially there, where the small amount of sunlight couldn’t get through. I saw that flicker of that white thing once again, and then a hand. A human hand. I stopped again, and then called out, asking for whoever it was to come out. Nothing happened at first, and then I just leaned against a three and started wondering if I was going completely mental.

“Please. If someone is there, please come forward. Please.” I started begging. Begging for a proof that I was not going mental. A proof that I was not alone, though that was what I went out here to be in the beginning. But everything was quiet. I sighed, and didn’t know what to do. Should I just sit down here? Or go back home, to be sure that Stella wouldn’t be nervous? I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t know. I just stood there, looking emptily around myself. I closed my eyes. Then I started walking back home, much slower than when I followed that white flicker. I still stumbled around, but after an unknown amount of time, I finally found my way back to the river. I did not stop - I carried on walking, because I feared, that if I stop, I wouldn’t start walking again, at least not for a pretty damn long time.

When I stood in front of the front door, what I just had experienced just felt like a bad dream, and I just went on pretend that it is. I unlocked the door as quick and silent as possible, and went inside, taking of my jacket and shoes and went into the living room, taking of the jeans and my hoodie and tuck myself in on the sofa and closed my eyes.

 

My cousin woke me up a little later. She came down to the living room, crawled up in the sofa beside me and started clapping my cheeks. I opened my eyes slowly and tiredly, which told me that I fell asleep once more, though not for very long. I looked up at her, and she looked at me with some kind of seriousness (or, her kind of seriousness - it’s hard to take a three-year-old girl serious, even when she tries to look like it - her lips was pressed together in a duck face-look-alike, and a sweet little wrinkle between her brows) and asked me if I wanted to watch TV with her, and that I could obviously not say no to, so I sat up while she started laughing and founds the remote. She turned on some lame childs programme and sat on my lap. I tucked her in with me, and there we sat, waiting for her parents to get up. I had almost forgotten what happened last night, morning, whatever it was, and started being exited to decorate my attic. I was also slightly happy to be able to get home one last time. It was the house where I grew up, and I will, in some way or another, always think of it as home, something that has had a part of me in it, which I then could never get back. My aunt had promised that I could take whatever I wanted, from where ever in the house - if there was something I wouldn’t have, a desk, my old bed, we could just buy a new one, that would fit the attic and my dreams better. I was very happy about that - I had difficulty thinking that I should have some of the things with me - it just felt wrong in some way. They reminded me too much of my childhood, and I didn’t think that I would ever be able to not thinking about my parents, when lying in my old bed, and be sad. At least not for the next long time, and I was quite right about that.

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