I opened one eye, staring directly at Elvis. Or so he was called. I'm pretty sure he was someone else.
"What do you want?" I groaned, and he grinned evilly.
"Nothing, just checking around." He shrugged and I sighed, sitting up. Elvis walked out of the room, and I stared blankly at the white wall.
"What am I doing here really? Where am I?" I muttered, a picture showing up on the wall. It was Hazel and me.
"It's a metaphor you see. You put the killing thing between your teeth, but you never give it the power to kill you." I smiled, and she looked down.
I ran a hand through my hair, and got out of the bed. Outside in the courtyard I met Alaska, my good friend.
"You want a cigarette?" I asked and she looked up from her book.
"Yes thank you, here let me light yours."
"No thanks, I don't light mine."
"Uhm, well, it's a metaphor you see. You put the killing thing between your teeth, but never give it the power to kill you." I smiled and she sighed.
"Yeah, well that's the difference between you and me. I smoked to die, and you did to prove you wouldn't." She said and stood up. "I'm sorry Gus, but I have to go."
My eyes followed her, but my head did not. Elvis laid a hand on my shoulder, and pushed me down on the bench.
"SOOOOO MANNNN!" He smiled cheekily, and I looked at him.
"What?" I groaned, again. He sighed and waved his hands, an image showing up. This time it was updated, and it was of Hazel lying in a hospital bed.
"Hazel..." I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. That made me know what I was.
I was a fallen angel, and she was the rising angel.