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Sep 2013
The water tapping on the window.
Sliding down the glass. Hitting the glass with such force.
The thunder calls out to those who are weak and crazy.
Screaming the crazy call.
Calling out to all of us but those who are sane.
They only hear the ground shaking, just seeing white flashes in the dark lumly clouds.
They just see nothing of what we see.

The glass breaks due to the thunders light.
It comes at me as if something were guiding it to me.
Glass hitting me in my chest, arms and neck.
I just don't feel any pain at all. Nothing...  
As if i were numb to the bone.
The sudden push makes me fall to the old wooden floor.
All I can do is scream and look around frantically.
I see blood spilling on the floor.
I just lay there.

Slowing catching on but losing it all the same.

Regaining my nerves, I get up so stupidly, but my legs give out.
Making me fall on my chest.
The glass shards going in deeper.
Making me scream with the thrill of pain.  
Now I feel it. The sharp intensity.
I just lay there, with no sudden death wish.  
Slowly losing hold of my dark life.
Closing my eyes so slowly.
Not making any sounds.
I take a breath and lay my head down within the hellish storm.

Soon I wake to your voice.
So soothing and calming.
Making me give you a bloodied smile.
I see you at my side hovering over me.
I feel your hands going under me.
I feel your strength picking me up and me wincing in pain.
Sweet blissful pain.
I hear your footsteps walking and stomping on the wooden floor.
The crunch of broken glass that missed my body.

My blood pours all over his chest and arms.
I look at him and he just stares forward.
I try and speak but soon to find that I can't even moan or squeak.  
I try to touch his arm but I have no strength at all.
I close my eyes just to rest. I hear the door open and it close back so harshly.
I feel no rain at all.
The storm must have past.
I feel the sun shining its gentle rays on me.
I hear the birds singing the song of rest and peace.
He stops and finally looks at me.
His eyes were celestial.
So beautiful.
Such hues of violet flecks sketched  in to his light grey eyes.
His face was charming and again it looked like an angels face...
I feel  like I have known him forever.
He sets me down softly  and leans me against a tombstone.
My fathers grave.
He turns away and takes a few small steps back and turns to me and just stares.

What is he doing?
He leans his head back and screams.
I see wings bursting from his back and through his torn white shirt and growing larger.
Soon his painful screams stop and he tucks in his wings and walking towards me he only says
" My love and my affair, I am your guardian angel. "
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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   --- and Emily Tyler
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