*no italics today!

       They always said I'd be one. One of them. Chained to my own perfection. But I'm not. I have no perfection. I don't even have wings. Imagine that. A guardian angel with no wings.

      I wasn't always like this. I was a human before. But it was a life or death situation. What more could I do? It was long time ago. Ten years ago. 

      We were only in kindergarten. It was that years summer brake, and Simon and his family were going on a road trip. I didn't know Simon yet. He was so excited to spend the summer with his family. I was on the opposite side of the road. I was living with my foster family. They were abusive to me. My real parents didn't want me because I had some sort of medical condition they didn't want to pay for. Same with my fosters. Anyway, they were in the middle yelling at me and hitting me, showing me the correct way to cut an apple. I was only five. Same as Simon. Only, I was saved in Christ, so I knew where I was going when I die. He was not. Anyway, I had enough of them bossing me around, so I screamed at the top lungs for them to leave alone already. In an almost instant, our car had flipped over the hills we traveled over. And Simon's was drenched in the lake. I was surrounded by shades of red. Anger. Fear. Hopeless. Distraught. Blood.

      We were all rushed to the hospital that day. I over heard that Simon's parents were gone, and Simon might not make it. I heard muffles after. Then I went into a forever sleep. A coma. However, that night, I felt my soul lift from my body, and in an almost instant, i was at some sort of staircase. In a flash of light, Simon appeared by my side. Fear in his eyes. Breathing like a dog. I looked around. At the top of the staircase, was a door of light. At the bottom was a door screams, blood, cinders, and fear.

       We were met by a man dressed in white. He had a blank expression on his face. He carried a big book. He stoped in front of us.

                 " What is your name?"

       "Kimberly Ramirez"

            He quickly flipped through his book. He found my name, and pointed to the door of light. He smiled at me, covered me in a white robe, and led me to the door.

      Simon was next. I figured out who the man was. Jesus looked heart broken as he looked into his book. He pointed to the door covered in ash. Spilling with screams.

     "WAIT!", They turned to face me. I pulled my Heavenly Father to the side. The one who loves me no matter what. The one who never gave up on me. My merciful saint.

        "Isn't there another way? I'll do anything..." When he asked why, I told him, though I find it extremely hard to believe that he didn't know already. That I was the cause of his and my death.

        We made a deal, the deal was that Simon would wake up, but I would be stuck as his guardian angel. Whoopee. However, The very moment that something happened to Simon, his life would be over. But Simon wasn't there to hear the deal, he only knows that I gave my forever peace, my escape from my abuse, my new life, for his chance to one day be saved, to one day see me again.

                    What can I say? I was young and stupid.

       A few weeks later, Simon went back to the hospital. He went to my silent room. It was dark and my body, once full of life, was wilted to the stem. Simon went to my bed. Even from above, I still felt his warm breath on my pale skin. A small voice whispered in my ear,

                           "Thank you."

           Then he kissed me on the cheek, and left the room.