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.


13. Page thirteen

Something made my skin itch, and when I looked to my left, a pair of eyes stared right into mine, they were as dark as the night sky and evil like the poison of a snake.

I stumbled backwards as if stabbed with a knife. I stumbled across a rubble, and next thing I know, I sat on the ground, which, I realized then, soaking wet. I looked down, and saw myself covered in black liquid. I let out a low scream, and got to my feet as quickly as I possibly could. Then I saw that the eyes belonged to a woman. She was stunningly beautiful - She was tall, had long, blonde, shiny hair, and a skin that was so light that I had a hard time believing that she had ever seen the sun or the surface of the earth. She was wearing a floor-length dress, and what scared me even more, was that the color was like the eyes - black, horrible and evil.

She was looking right at me, trying to get eye contact with me, but I didn’t have the courage to meet her eyes. When I looked into them, all I could think about was death.

“I can’t really believe that you truly are the incarnation of the Warrior Queen. You’re just an ordinary, stupid teenage girl. By God.” Her voice was thick with irony at the last words.

“Wha-“ I started to ask, but stop myself again, not sure if it was a good idea to ask. But then again, it was just a dream, wasn’t it? “What are you talking about?”

“Ha, truly stupid.” She said and then, to my pure horror, started striding toward me. I backed away rapidly; I didn’t want her to come any closer. Then, out of nowhere, a wall appeared behind me. I stood with my back against it, paralyzed - she had gotten to my eyes. I saw it all over - the scene from before, the car crash. I smelled the burn of metal, the sound of the car getting smashed to unrecognizability. The taste of blood in my mouth, it filled my head with horror and pain and I screamed.

I lay in my bed, soaked in sweat. I stopped screaming, instead I went all quiet. I listen. Apparently, no one heard anything, and I let out a small sigh of relief. I rolled into fetal position.


By morning, I had only slept a few hours before the nightmare. I was awake the rest of the night, too scared to sleep again. So when I sat by the table to get breakfast, I had dark circles under my eyes and I felt tired as never before. The nightmare is still clear in my memory, and I had a thought that tells me, that it would haunt me for some time. I swallowed, and then, when I finish eating, go upstairs to change.

As I look into my wardrobe, I couldn’t figure out what I should wear. Not because I didn’t like it, but precisely because I liked it all. 


The next couple of days, I spent preparing myself mentally to start up a new everyday life - to take care of my ribs and getting the scar on my neck to heal. I put up the last pieces of stuff in my attic, and by Sunday, it was all done. Throughout the these days, I had done a lot to learn to live with my loss, and trying to comprehend the nightmare, but then Monday morning arrived, and every thought about nightmares were completely gone.

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