My Midnight Angel

Chapter eleven

Chapter eleven

How am I supposed to feel after what Jeydon said?

I can’t just pretend that is all ok?

What he said makes no sense at all!

Soul mates aren’t real.

Love isn’t real.

At least to me they are as real as fire breathing dragons.

Is he insane?

Nothing he says is making sense!

How can he be an angel?

He says he’s the angel of death.

How???

How the hell is that even possible?

He seems so sweet.

Well at times…

When he’s not violent?

But could be a killer?

Is he really angel?

Well he does have wings.

Black wings... I gulped

What if what he said was real and he is the angel of death. What if he’s here trying to torment me and make me fall in love?

Maybe he gets off on poor defenseless girl.

Maybe he’s waiting to kill me. He did say that was his original goal?

Didn’t he mention how he killed me before? Maybe he’s just into

Death

Gore

Blood

Torture.

How can someone so innocent looking be evil?

Or be of any harm to anyone?

He might not even be an actual angel.

Maybe he’s just a lunatic who kills others for pleasure? I think that seems worse though.

If he were an angel whose job is to kill; maybe he wouldn’t like murdering.

But what if he grew to enjoy it?

Should I believe Jeydon?

His ideas and thoughts?

His every word sounds so unrealistic.

Even his appearance is unrealistic.

He could be a figment of imagination.

“Or he could be real..” says the voice in my head.

I could always tell him I believe him?

I could live.

You know be-’lie’-ve

What can be the harm?

For under him, making sure I am not looking into his eyes. I silently mumble “I believe you Jeydon…”

His ocean eyes stare in mine as if saying. “Do you? Do you really?”

What do I do?

Lie again?

What if I?

I bit my lip and nod.

Then quickly before he notices the truth I give him a little peck on the lips.

He smiles.

Yay!

I notice that he’s shirtless.