The darkness inside.

Georgia, daughter of the head angel has done something an angel should never do.


1. Existence


I had to run, run away from home. Away from my family and friends. I was not safe to be around. I had a heart of shadows, if I even have one. I just snapped my friend’s neck for kicks. I don’t know what came over me, but the worst part is something inside me liked the way her neck cracked as I twisted it out of place. I am not meant to be like this, I was born an angel, angels don’t do things like that. I was supposed to help people, but I have just murdered my friend. After that I knew I couldn’t go back to the den, couldn’t face the head angel.

I ran along a gravel path, away from my friend’s warm, lifeless body. She would be ash within a few minutes, leaving no trace of her existence. But the others from the den would know what I did, they would be after me. I was an angel gone rouge. Had to be dealt with, to stop me causing trouble. I ran through the street when I saw them. Five women, all with the same sandy blonde hair and white gowns, standing under the spotlight of the lamppost. It was the council.

“Georgia.” One woman stepped forward. Her skin was tanned and two sparkling feathered wings spread out from her back. “Mum.” I breathed. I bowed in front of her. “I mean...Head angel...” I tried to cover up my mistake in calling her mum in front of the council. “Get up Georgia.” She rolled her eyes. “Sorry.” I stood up straight, trying not to make eye contact. “Georgia what have you done.” She sighed, looking at me like I was a stranger to her. “I....I...I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why I done it. I don’t know what came over me.” I looked at the ground, now knowing my fate. A tall woman set her hand on my mothers shoulder. “Elizabeth its time she knew.” Iris nodded at my mother, who nodded her confirmation. “Georgia, its time you learned about your father.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to know.” I started backing down the street when my mother’s body guards appeared at my side. Two blonde haired men quite built up, wearing white shirts and trousers. “Georgia, you need to know.” She placed her hand on my cheek, eyes full of sorrow and regret. I didn’t want her to confirm what I already knew; I didn’t want it to be true. 

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