Angel Will Fly

Angel has never had any luck or good in her life but her brother Xavier, unfortunately he leaves for war and soonly dies. Angel can't take her crazy, arguing parents anymore, so she flees. She had an amazing voice and needs money really bad. How will she survive the mean streets of Chicago? Can she make friends? Can she find a job? Or will she get more depressed than she already is. This movella is based on the song "A-team" by Ed Sheeran. If you haven't listened to it you must! This book is for the what's going on your street contest, please read. Enjoy :D


16. Angel will...

I stared clueless at the water underneath me. It all seemed too familiar. I put my arms behind me, bent my knees, and got ready to jump. I could not do it. I got off the ledge and sat down.

It was about 10 PM.  I grabbed onto my dog tags and thought about all the people closest to me. Then I thought of my parents. I remember when I was running away and they told me they would find me one day. I have not seen then since that day and it just makes me want to jump more. I wish I never had lived and never went through any pain. Then my mind switched to Dave. I wished my dream was real. He deserves better then some once homeless girl who will just hold him back. Abby was so nice. I could not  thank her enough for letting me stay with her. I was probably holding her back from having lots of other friends too. Xaiver. Why did he have to die? I needed him then and there.

My head stung with pain again. I got up and I look over the edge fearfully. I have to do this I thought to myself. Be strong. I got up on the ledge and looked down. I decided to sing to calm my nerves, but it did not help.

"It's too cold outside-e. For angels to fly. Angels to fly. Fly, fly-y. For angels to fly. To fly, to fly-y."

Now I was sobbing like crazy. I managed to utter out the last words,

"Or angels to die-e."

Then I sprung into the air. All I could think about on the way down was Dave. I wished he could live. About 20 feet down I broke the waters rough surface. There was no struggle as I drowned in the cold, harsh waves.

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