Fell the Angels by Joslinne Morgan (best classic literature .TXT) 📖
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looking for?”
Heather looked up and sniffed, nodding. “Yes.” She said. And then, sorrowfully, “I can’t hold it.”
“I’ll hold it for you,” Amy said softly. “What do you want to read from it?”
“All of it,” Heather said immediately. “I want to read all of it.”
Amy nodded and opened the journal, allowing it to fall open on its own. “Anywhere in particular?”
“I don’t care,” Heather said. “Just read.”
Amy glanced down at the page it had fallen open to. It was dated just a few weeks before Heather had died.
Worst fucking day of my life. I can’t even begin to say how much I fucking hate this day. The pregnancy test came back positive, just in case anyone is interested, which I know no one is. I hate myself. How could I let this happen? I hate Brandon. How could he do this to me? And I hate my mother. She doesn’t give a damn what happens to me! I want to die. I want to die, I just want it all to end. I want to take a knife and stab myself. I want to take a gun and put it to my head and then pull the trigger. My mother said her father did that when she was only seventeen. When he learned she was pregnant with me he took a rifle to his head and blew his brains out. Haha, I can imagine what that would be like. Not even a minute of pain, especially if you aimed it the right way. God, I want to fucking die!
Amy cringed inwardly as she read the passage aloud. She searched for any change in Heather’s features, but there were none. She licked her lips and turned the page. “Do you want me to keep reading?”
Heather didn’t say a thing. The angel took it to be a ‘yes’.
No one understands what I’m going through. How could anyone possibly understand-
“Stop,” Heather said. “Don’t read anymore.”
Amy obligingly stopped reading. She held the book open in both hands, its writing filled pages lay bare for the world to see. Heather stared at it for a minute, and then recoiled, as if it were going to attack her.
“Close it!” she barked sharply, as if commanding Amy to do so. Sighing, Amy shut the book and tossed it onto the bed. Heather glared at the book for all she was worth, and then her features softened back to sadness. She looked at Amy and shook her head.
“You need to go find mom,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “That is your assignment after all.”
“After I find where your mom is I will come back for,” Amy promised. “You will be fine here by yourself?”
“I can’t get hurt,” Heather replied with a bitter laugh. “I’ll be fine. And besides,” she added with a note of bitterness. “Won’t God protect me?”
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Heather looked up and sniffed, nodding. “Yes.” She said. And then, sorrowfully, “I can’t hold it.”
“I’ll hold it for you,” Amy said softly. “What do you want to read from it?”
“All of it,” Heather said immediately. “I want to read all of it.”
Amy nodded and opened the journal, allowing it to fall open on its own. “Anywhere in particular?”
“I don’t care,” Heather said. “Just read.”
Amy glanced down at the page it had fallen open to. It was dated just a few weeks before Heather had died.
Worst fucking day of my life. I can’t even begin to say how much I fucking hate this day. The pregnancy test came back positive, just in case anyone is interested, which I know no one is. I hate myself. How could I let this happen? I hate Brandon. How could he do this to me? And I hate my mother. She doesn’t give a damn what happens to me! I want to die. I want to die, I just want it all to end. I want to take a knife and stab myself. I want to take a gun and put it to my head and then pull the trigger. My mother said her father did that when she was only seventeen. When he learned she was pregnant with me he took a rifle to his head and blew his brains out. Haha, I can imagine what that would be like. Not even a minute of pain, especially if you aimed it the right way. God, I want to fucking die!
Amy cringed inwardly as she read the passage aloud. She searched for any change in Heather’s features, but there were none. She licked her lips and turned the page. “Do you want me to keep reading?”
Heather didn’t say a thing. The angel took it to be a ‘yes’.
No one understands what I’m going through. How could anyone possibly understand-
“Stop,” Heather said. “Don’t read anymore.”
Amy obligingly stopped reading. She held the book open in both hands, its writing filled pages lay bare for the world to see. Heather stared at it for a minute, and then recoiled, as if it were going to attack her.
“Close it!” she barked sharply, as if commanding Amy to do so. Sighing, Amy shut the book and tossed it onto the bed. Heather glared at the book for all she was worth, and then her features softened back to sadness. She looked at Amy and shook her head.
“You need to go find mom,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “That is your assignment after all.”
“After I find where your mom is I will come back for,” Amy promised. “You will be fine here by yourself?”
“I can’t get hurt,” Heather replied with a bitter laugh. “I’ll be fine. And besides,” she added with a note of bitterness. “Won’t God protect me?”
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Publication Date: 03-22-2010
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