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"Angel of Sadness"
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Artist: ShairoEmail: evil_poptart007@hotmail.com Website: --
Character's Story: He had pretty eyes, with a hundred gazillion colors in them, just like that glass from the bottle after I dropped it. Mommy got mad at me, then. She told me to stay away from all the colors because they would hurt me. But he didn’t look mad, the angel, even though his eyes had all the colors, and I was standing very close to him. He only looked… …He looked like Daddy did when Mommy went away to the forever place. You ‘member. When the men put a wooden box into the ground, and I wanted to see the box to see if Mommy was inside like Daddy said, only they wouldn’t let me. And all I wanted to do was see her and kiss her good-bye, like she does for me! You ‘member, Dr. P. You know. And Daddy was raining, ‘cept he said he wasn’t because the sun was out and Mommy was going to the forever place, and even the clouds couldn’t rain when that happens. …It was like that, with the rain even though Daddy said he wasn’t raining. The angel looked like that. Huh? …Did the angel have wings? I…think so. Mommy always said that angels have wings, and Daddy said that Mommy has wings, ‘cept Mommy doesn’t have wings. But I think the angel did. …Nooo… You have it all wrong, Dr. P. It wasn’t on his back. It was on his face, right here, and it looked crooked, just like the picture in my room that won’t stay straight. Half of it bent like this, and the other half like that. His wings looked – what’s the word? Mommy used it once, when Jimmy-next-door fell out of a tree. …Oh, oh yes. Broken. And he had a mask on the other side of his face, the side that wasn’t broken. It had a hole in it, just like the ghost from Mommy’s favorite opa…you know. The opa with the singing people and the ghost in the big room? With all the mirrors? …Yes, that’s what I said, Dr. P. The ghost of the opa. I don’t know what a ‘phantom’ is, but I know what a ghost is, and Mommy said it was a ghost of the opa and that he wasn’t scary. But that’s what the angel’s mask looked like, ‘cept it was all gold and yellow, and it looked sad. It looked like it was going to ra – –You’re going to tell this to Daddy, aren’t you? Oh Dr. P, please don’t tell Daddy! He’ll be so sad, just like the angel was, and I hate it when people are sad. I know hate is a strong word, Mommy said so – but I do! I do hate it when people are sad! It makes me hurt inside, just like I hurt when they put Mommy’s box into the ground. It makes me sad. And it makes Mommy’s angel sad. Comments: I wasn't sure what else I was supposed to include, since the official submission form is gone now. Sorry if I missed anything. |
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