The Angels From Above ~ An Original Story

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Chapter 1

Tragic Accident, Heroic Death

I watched as the two glowing lights came closer and closer, the space between them and the little girl was closing. And fast.

I shrieked for the little girl to run, to do anything but just stand there in shock.

My feet were moving across the pavement, my mouth moving just as fast.

The little girl didn't move, she stood, paralyzed with fear. I could hear the screech of tires as the driver slammed on the brakes.

My feet flew over the ground, hardly touching it as I forced myself to make my strides longer. Adrenaline, fear, and a fierce desire to save this girl powered me, and I closed the space between us, shoving her away as hard as I could.

I heard a scream as something slammed against me, and I fell, plummeting to the cold, hard ground. I realized that the scream had been mine, but I didn't even remember the sound coming from me.

My head spun and I lay there, feeling something warm and wet coat my hair and some of my outstretched limbs. People crowded around me, screaming and shouting for help, but I didn't hear anything; I was too busy smiling, proud that I had saved the little girl.

"She needs help right now!" Someone pleaded.

I felt a pair of hands grip one of mine tightly, and I squinted, trying to figure out who was holding my hand. I realized that it was Jacob, a boy from school, and I tried to smile.

"Hey. My dad's on the phone. You're going to be alright," his voice was soothing and gentle, but I could hear the shakiness behind his calm demeanor. "You'll be fine, the ambulance is on it's way, just stay awake,"

I tried to muster a shaky laugh, but it came out as a moan; a liquid gurgling in my throat as I tried to make a sound.

I could see Jacob's face pale, even in the darkness of night. The moon shone brightly, illuminating the street and everyone around me. People were running around, trying to find some help. Some had went over to the crying little girl that I had saved, comforting her as she sobbed and clutched them tightly.

She looked only about six or seven, and I was glad that I had allowed her to live a longer life. She'd now have a chance to get a boyfriend, go to Prom, graduate from college, have a family- things I wouldn't be able to do now. But at least she would.

I closed my eyes, heaving a shaking breath. I didn't want to die, but I knew it was inevitable.

"Hey, hey!" Jacob shouted, gripping my shoulders and shaking me. I groaned in pain, as a fresh wave of it flowed through me. "Stay awake! You need to keep your eyes open,"

I slowly opened my eyes, looking deep into Jacob's green ones. I noticed the fear, the pain, and the sadness in his eyes. Our eyes connected, and I felt a surge of pain. My family, friends, and people like Jacob would suffer. My death would bring pain and sadness, and I didn't want that. But it was too late, there was nothing I could do.

"Thank you," I whispered. The liquid gurgled in my throat again, but Jacob nodded, signaling that he heard me. I had stayed awake for longer than I thought I would, and everything began to get blurry, slowly fading to black. I saw a tear slip down Jacob's cheek, and his eyes suddenly filled with horror as he realized what was happening.

"No, no, no!" He called, his voice hoarse. I blinked sadly.

"Stay awake, stay awake!" He pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes. The moonlight made each one sparkle like a crystal as it fell onto the unforgiving asphalt that I was laying on.

"I'm sorry," I squeaked.

Jacob continued calling my name, along with the little girl who I had saved. She rushed over and sat by me, cupping my face in her tiny, soft hands. But all of their cries were muted, all of their faces bringing nothing but pain to me.

Then, he did it. Jacob smiled. Slowly, one by one, the crowd smiled, and I realized it was a parting gift. They didn't want me to go when they were crying and sad. They wanted me to have one last beautiful memory. And it truly was beautiful.

I looked at each of their eyes, then at the twinkling, starry night sky. Each and every star was beautiful, and I saw a pair of eyes, watching me, calling to me. And all I saw, were those mesmerizing stars, as a final breath escaped my lips.


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