Angels and Death by Samantha Thomas (recommended books to read txt) 📕

YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL, BETWEEN A ROCK AND HARD PLACE.


CASPIAN.

I held my breath. I thought if only I held it within, surely I wouldn't fall apart. When I reached the end of her doorway, I slid around the corner, and shoved my back to the hallway wall. What have I done? What-have-I-done? Poor, beloved Sam. I should never had allowed this. I should have just followed the rules. Why was I such a dysfunctional? Why was I not more like my brothers and sisters? HE will not be pleased, about my treachery. HE knows all.

My heart felt very strange. It beat at impeccable speed. My blood pumped furiously through my unworthy veins. THUMPTHUMPTHUMP the ever present reminder of the shell I inhabit.

I need to go, get away. Far far away. They will be coming to see if the job is done. They know I will be with her. I need to leave now. They were " lenient " enough, for my kind. They gave me time to get over my " ignorant immaturity " as they call it. This is knew for me. These feelings coursing through my brain, sparking with electricity, are most foreign.

I long to go back. To go back into your room, and take away my hurtful words. To take away the pain I caused you, from my words, from the accident. You did. You trusted me, much to my inner turmoil.

I couldn't do it. I could not. But I should have let you die. It was my job. My soul purpose. You were supposed to die in that car crash. That was your destiny. But I couldn't allow it. Could not even bear the thought. My instructions were simple, intricately lain. Not one finger was to be laid upon its woven web. Just watch, listen, learn.

I remember the day she was born. Her mother's second born. Her mother's labor lasted a gruff 36 hours. And when it was time, out Samantha came, like a whale riding a wave. Human birth was truly a miracle. She was a chubby little thing. Chunky in a cherubic way was her beautiful face. From the exact moment of conception Samantha did things her own way.

After the birth she wore a look of shear victory. Her mother noticed as well, which then paved the way for her middle name. Victoria. It suited her well. She was mine Samantha was.

She most absolutely told me things no other soul knew. But I already knew them. She most absolutely trusted me. I already knew that as well. But she had know idea.
Sam had an older brother. His name was Jamie-lee. When he was 29 he died of a heroin overdose. Samantha was 18. She missed him with all she was. Samantha's mother became an alcoholic, sometime after she was 1 year old. And never changed, even to the present. Samantha was in and out of foster care for many years. While at one family, for which she stayed with for three years, she was molested. Every night. For three whole years. She never told a soul. I knew, though, she hadn't told me. I had to let happen. It was meant to be. But so help me, I tried to stop it.

That started the first of my question's. My faith's golden shield had a crack.

" oh god! Their coming." I closed my eyes and willed myself away.

With my eyes held tightly closed, I heard the sounds of the sea shore. I smelled the savory salt of the ocean blue. But that's not how I knew where I was. I knew because I willed me here. My will, will be done. Mostly.

I opened my eyes, looked long and hard around. No follower's. well I'll be...
They will not find me here. Not before I move on to the next place. I bought Sam time as well, and with me out of the way, much more. How could this have happened? What have I done? What kind of guardian angel am I?

I am not. No longer am I hers. (CRACK) my legs buckled beneath me. I fell to me knees.
I was frozen in place, with pain so beyond human life, I had no words. My wings, hidden from humans, now bore a significant fracture. My consequence for disobeying my family. My heart lost a piece of itself, fallen for good it was. for leaving my charge behind. Samantha was more than a mere charge.

If something were to happen to her, to my Samantha... I.. I would finish my fathers job for him. I would gladly except damnation for all eternity. For my life would be meaningless.


CHAPTER 5. THE HEALER. ©

SAMANTHA.


There I sat, on my hospital bed shocked. What just happened. I stared at my doorway like it would give me the answers I so desperately needed. -Why would cas do this? Why did he leave?- It didn't. but there I sat staring at the empty doorway. I felt hallow. I couldn't really explain the feeling. Just...... hallow.

I wasn't really sure what, the exact cause was. I wasn't breathing erratically. My heart beat at a steady thump. I was completely motionless. I didn't even notice the nurse who had come into my room until she asked " honey what's the matter? Why are you crying?" funny I wasn't even aware that I was.

I had no answer for her, so silent I stayed. When my eyes finally found her, she stood to my right with a worrisome expression littered on her face. Her dark blue eyes crinkled like an accordion at the corners. Her head cocked at a concerned angle questioning.
Her hair, a frizzy brown and graying, was a combed out curls mess. And her whinnie the pooh scrubs were a little to big on her petite frame.

I stared stupidly at her. But I wasn't using my eyes anymore. I saw nothing.
She finished her nursely duties asked one more question I never heard then left.
I don't remember how long I sat like that. I don't remember ever moving at all unless it was to the bathroom.

I never watched the tv again. I never spoke to the nurses. I sat there barren. I nibbled at my food never truly tasting it. I only knew I ate enough to get by. I wouldn't think about anything really and I wasn't complaining. There was just me, what was left. my body here on this hospital bed. The flavorless food placed in front of me three times a day. And the Charlie brown speech from passers by. (whomp whomp whomp)

Nothing else.

There was something missing, gone....

Something was missing within me.


---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


The days passed by. The days turned to weeks. The weeks passed by. The weeks turned into months. Three months passed, and then it was time for me to go home. " hello Samantha, the day has finally arrived. Are you excited to go home?" dr. Sitkotra said all too chipper. Completely unnecessary I thought.

I gave a curt nod, nothing else. Still he held tight to his phony antics. Bye bye misrability! he mentally waves to me. Glad to be rid of the girl with issues, he seems. As I was wheeled out the main lobby into the chilly autumn air, tiffany pulled up to the curb.
She was here to pick me up and bring me home. she was going to stay with me, for a few days. Until I could maneuver more effectively on my own.

"Hey girl! You ready?" tiff said. I gave her more of a nod then dr. sitkotra got. I was helped into the front seat of her silver Chevy Malibu, and then she climbed in her self started the car to life and floored it like sponge bob square pants.

I flew back against her cloth covered seats, and the car screeched around the corner on two wheels it seemed. Tiff pressed number 2 on her cd player in the dash, and disturbed screamed through her car's speakers. Deafening it was, but welcome. thank god for tiffany and her musical choice, because with it, there was no room for thought.

We pulled into the drive of my home. My house was cute I guess. Shabby chic. I rented it from a friends dad who bought it during his divorce. When he remarried -the same woman- he had no use for it. So he offered, I said yes. He also gave me the option to rent to own which was pretty fantastic.

My house was a cape style, wood shingled siding. four windows in the front with green shudders surrounding them. And the same colored green door. My front yard was pretty sweet, with green green grass. And I even had a white picket fence. *Mental snort.*



All in all it was pretty awesome. except for the piles and piles of the falling leaves, now covering what was my pretty green grassed lawn. Golden yellows and fire engine reds littered the path to my front door. I expected my lawns grass to be ten feet tall because I hadn't been home in so long to mow it. But it wasn't.

In side we got settled, and I placed myself on the couch and told tiff to take my room.
I wasn't able to go up and down my steps, and she was helping quite a bit so it made sense. I had fallen asleep I guessed, because I awoke to my door bell ringing, and knocking on my door.

"I'll get it!" tiff called. No really! I thought. When she opened the door I heard many hushed voices, some shushing and then nothing. Then I heard many feet shuffling on my hard woods. What the hell? Quietly, almost inaudible I heard " one..two..three.."
"SURPRISE!" ten million voices screamed. Well maybe not but it sure as hell sounded that way. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed in reply. What other reaction would suffice in this kind of situation? I just had the shit scared out of me!

Well like you probably already assumed, it was not ten million people. It was seven.
Most of them I already knew, from school, childhood, or work. And then their were two I didn't know. Tiff said " Hey Sam, I'd like you to meet Robby." "um. Hey Robby." I replied. "and this, is Jace. Jace this is Sam." tiff said with a hint of mischief in her blue eyes. " mmm hmm." I mumbled. Oh no you don't miss tiff. Not gonna happen im in no mood for the game love connection. I really wished they would all leave. Except Tiff.

" be nice sam!" Tiff said with a smile. I'll show you nice, I thought evilly . "hey-Jace" I said so fast it sounded like one word. The guys went to mingle with the rest of the party