Fallen

Have you ever wondered if you really had a guardian angel? Maybe a relative or a close friend watching over you from the Heavens. Yeah...I never believed in that and after my mother died in that car crash, it only cemented in the belief that guardian angels don't exist.
I had lost her nearly a month ago. The wounds on my skin had gone away, but the scars on my heart still remain. But I'm healing. It's a slow and agonizing process, but with my friends, I am pushing through the pain and seeing the light, having fun once again in my life. But there are still shadows. Joshua has lost his sanity, having his way with every whore and prostitute he can lay his hands on. Dad's a nightmare. He's nothing like he used to be. He rarely smiles anymore.
And then there's Angel. I first saw him "meditating" next to my mother's grave with a beam of light coming down on him. Then, two glorious black wings stretched out from his back, reaching seven feet in each direction. Then I started getting these weird dreams and nightmares. Nothing made sense.
It was then, after I met Angel, I realized what kind of Hell I was in...and the Hell I had to climb out of to reach the light.