[Angel]
Chris turns off the lights to go to bed. The little night light in the corner of the room guides him to his bed. The little blue night light is how I tell him he's safe. when I stand by it, it turns white. When I tell him he's safe he curls up under his blankets. As he is falling into a deep sleep I hold him keeping him warm. He smiles in his sleep when I nuzzle my face into his neck.
[Chris]
I flip the light switch on the plumb colored walls. My room is a mess, lots of papers and toys scattered across the floor. The book shelf against the wall is full and there are books surrounding it on the floor. My night light stands alone in an empty area. Closing and locking my door my night light goes from blue to white. It's here again. I don't know what it is, all I know is it follows me. When the light goes white it's telling me it's safe to go to bed. As I walk across the landmine to my bed it goes back to blue. getting into my bed I feel the warmth surround me. I feel there face against my neck as I drift to sleep a smile across my face. I'm safe for the night.
[Angel]
He's always grumpy in the morning. I mess with him turning on and off the lights until he throws a pillow my way. While he's in the shower I find his cloths laying them out on the bed. When he comes out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, I go into the hall letting him change. I sit on the grey carpet my head leaning back against the wall. Then he opens the door I come back in. he needs my help to put on his socks, he stands while he does it so I balance him.
[Chris]
I tend to be grumpy when I wake up, probably because the lights go on and off. I know it's the ghost, so I threw a pillow at the light switch telling them to stop. I get up going to the shower. They don't follow me in, I think we both know that would be weird. As I get out I wrap a towel around my waist and go back into my room. Closing the door as I get dressed, I start to wonder why they wait outside. They think I need there help to put on my socks. I like feeling there arms around me. I make up more and more reasons everyday, I just feel safer against them.
[Angel]
He sits on the couch as he eats, I find the whipt cream on his nose adorable. When he's done I help him put his backpack on. As we walk to the bus stop he tends to stay close against me, if we could hold hands we would be. He jumps around his friends at the bus stop, annoying everyone but me. I sigh and watch. following him onto the bus we sit down in our normal seats. Paper balls are already flying over our heads as yelling surrounds us. I stay close to him, not liking the noise very much. He smiles joining in the yelling throwing paper planes back at them. I follow him off of the bus fast clinging to him. I think he knows i don't like the bus, but I'm not sure. We can't really talk, so our actions take most of our communication. School goes by fast, classes are full of answers and questions being shouted out from all around the room. The halls are filled with laughing and almost tripping over our own feet, and lunch is full of paper balls and yelling.
[Chris]
I don't understand about 50% of the questions, so I take notes in class as questions are answers and asked. Walking from class to class gets loud, I stumble a lot from looking over at friends but we always laugh it off. The bus is the same as when it was in the morning, if not worse. The kids are now awake, or tired from the long day. Grumpy people throwing things and cursing all around us. It's a normal day.
[Angel]
As we walk in the door he goes right to his music, beautiful notes filling the house. I dance around turning lights white when I pass them. He plays longer than he needs to, but it's fine with me. After he's done, it's time for homework. It's easy for him, because he takes notes at school. Sitting on the bed writing away looking at formulas and spelling mistakes he has to fix. Soon he has finished. I wish this didn’t have to end.
[Chris]
After I put down my instrument, I do my homework. Sitting in my blankets math and english in my lap. I write away, hurrying to finish. Slowly getting stir crazy from sitting and thinking to long, I put it away being done for the day. I sit on the couch with my grandmother for dinner, laughing as we talk away the time around us. We watch a movie after, pointing out silly parts and crying when our favorite character dies. After stretching I stand walking down the hall full of picture frames and go into the bathroom for a bath. After I'm done soaking up the water I get out, dry my hair, and wrap my towel around my waist. I hurry to put the cloud cloths on and flop into bed rolling up in the blankets. I feel the warmth of comfort around me and I smile into my pillow knowing I'm safe.
[Angel]
I wake an hour or two later, a loud noise echoes through the house. I get up right away and go out into the hall, I find his grandmother bloody from a gunshot of the floor in the kitchen. Running back I flash his nightlight telling him to get out. He jumps up and climbs out of the window. He disappears from sight and the bedroom door swings opened. I see a man holding a gun as he looks around for anything worth money. I wish this day could have been pushed off more. Why does it have to happen so soon. I quickly go outside to find Chris. When I find him he's sitting on the neighbor's couch. Wrapping my arms around him I try to tell him it's going to be alright, but my fear for his future over takes my thoughts. Soon we are sitting in the back of an ambulance, he's leaning against me my arms around him. Here we will wait, and see what times decides to bring us. But i know it won't ever be the same.
[Chris]
After some time slips away from us, we are sitting in the back of a ambulance. I'm clinging to them, the news of my only family leaving me has broken my thoughts into splinters. I wonder what will happen next, all I know is I need them to stay.
[Angel]
He no longer has a family, and i’m his only protection. I think i’ll break one of the most important rules, just to make it better. As I show myself to him, my wings hanging gently by my sides. I smile looking at him cupping his face with my hands. “Hello Christopher, It’s me. My name is Hadraniel.” I smile at him but he just stares at me, his eyes wide. I smile and sigh finally being able to feel him. He stumbles over his words, but I know what he means. “You...you’ve been here...are you..going to?” Tears fill my eyes and I shake my head. “No, im staying. Forever.“