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

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15. Down Hill

*One week later*

I stared at Ed's lifeless body for days. The doctors said the crash caused him to go into a coma. I finally stopped crying. I really did not think I could physically cry anymore. My hand was glued to his. I got several texts from Adam at work asking if I was okay and if Dave was okay, but I never replied. Abby took a couple days off, but then had to go back to work and she told them all what happened.

These feelings all reminded me when my best friend died. We were only seven. She died of cancer. My parents would not even let me go to her funeral because I had ate something from our fridge without their permission and I got grounded. My parents. I just started to forget them, but now they were stuck in my head. I wondered if they miss me.

I soon fell asleep next to Dave. I dreamed that we lived together in a giant house. We had two kids. It was perfect.

I heard someone calling my name so I blinked my eyes to fade the darkness away. My head hurt like crazy! I saw Abby standing before me.

"Hey I know your probably still... upset and you know, unmovable. But today is one of the last rounds of the singing competition. Dave would want you to go."

I was silent for a minute. I thought about everything. He would want me to go.

"Okay."

*Competition*

I stepped on to the stage almost tripping, but I caught my step. I wobbled up to the microphone. There was about 300 people in the audience. I grabbed the microphone. I told them my name, number, and title of the song I was singing.  I was about to sing but it seemed like no words were going to come out of my mouth. Nothing could hide the hurt on my face. I finally began to sing,

"The best thing about tonight's is that we're not fighting.

Could it be that we have been this way before.

I know you don't think that I am trying.

I know your burning straight down to the core.

But hold your breath...

Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again, don't make me change my mind.

I won't live to see another day."

Suddenly I froze. I won't live to see another day?!?! What if Dave doesn't live to see another day. I could not  do this. My brain pounded in my skull trying to escape. I wish all of the pain would just stop. I ran off the stage and quickly out the door, pushing through crowds of people. I started crying again.

I got back to the apartment. Abby came home.

"Angel we need to talk." Then she patted the couch spot next to her. I walked over and plopped myself down. "Look, there has been a problem with Dave. His heart was damaged in the crash. At some moments it races and some it is about to stop. They said there is a large chance he will not make it."

I stopped moving. Suddenly everything turned black.

Next thing I know I woke up in bed. Dave can't die. Oh my god. I took out my song lyrics, scribbled the rest of them down and wrote on the top, "To Dave, whom I will always love". I put them on my dresser. I wiped away my tears. I realized my true love was dying, my chance at becoming a singer was ruined, I would never let go of the past and my head hurt all the time and I could not stop it. I could not take it anymore. I looked over at my clock. 9:32 PM. I got up. Before that I quickly wrote a note to Abby and Dave if a miracle happened and he made it. I labeled them then I stuffed the song lyrics into Dave's envelope and left them on the counter. I ran out. I quickly whispered to myself, "In a pipe we fly to the motherland. Or sell love to another man."

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