Falling For The Fallen

What Is Heaven?

I tend to avoid face to face interaction. It's funny considering I'm an angel, right? I fell from Heaven April 8, 2005. From that day I have been living in Hell. I'm sure I had a name, but when I fell I've forgotten it. I was only days old, but aged 6 years in Earth years. Many of my early days on Earth were spent in the woods, because I didn't know where to go. Eventually I was found and taken in. My language consisted of one word. "Heaven". That's all I knew, and all I could say. Ergo, they called me Heaven.

My first home belonged to a kind, and loving woman, she took me in and raised me in as her own. That's where I learned to speak and act properly. That's all I really needed to know considering I could already walk and all that big stuff. I remember the day my wings sprouted she nearly went insane. She was sent to a mental constitution later all because of me, I felt terrible because there was nothing I could really do to stop them. Luckily, I ran before anyone else saw me. It took practice, but I learned how to make my wings go away, but if I got mad or stressed they'd pop out without my control. More of my time was spent in the woods until I was caught wondering the streets alone. I was then taken into custody.

Moving from foster home to foster home, I've learned how awful people truly are, so much hatred toward strangers. After witnessing that for so long that's when my hatred toward people grew. Some people were kind there was also some selfless people, but most were bad. Well, here I am now 17 going on 18. With my father who loves me, and tomorrow I start my first day of school ever...