Dark Angel : The Fallen

It was two in the morning, as a shadow slipped out onto the streets of DC. His name was Darren. He was one of the many fallen angels, that roamed the east coast. With his long black trench, ripped jeans and a band shirt he had earned his title as a fallen. He didnt meet the expectations of those who had earned wings.1

He had just escaped the window of a young girl, no older than ten, blessed with the name of Emily. She had the most beautiful brown hair compared to his ratty blond mess. Her green eyes, had captivated him and filled him so much emotion that he felt as if he may burst.2

It wasn't even a year ago when Darren was sitting silently on a park bench, still new to this world. Emily had been the only one who noticed him, or could. She had picked a daisy up off the ground and with such bravery and grace jumped up on his lap and stuck the flower casually behind his ear, keeping his shaggy blond hair out of his face. Then she spoke softly with innocence only a child could possess, "Dont try to hide your eyes, they're too pretty." 3

Indeed, an angels eyes have been said to hold a special meaning and power to those not of his world, but never has anyone confronted him or made him feel as if he were not a fallen.4

Darren just stared, in awe. This little girl, with such a light in her that burned as bright as any star, had noticed his when no other human was capable. To everyone else he was not there, never had been, and never will, and Emily was just a confused little girl sitting on a park bench with a daisy in her soft hands.5

Since that warm July day, he had spent all his time around her. Watching and learning. Children like her had no worries, no need or desire to grow up and face the world beyond their backyard. Everything was a game, everything was so simple. It was thoughts like those that made Darren wonder about himself and his views. To him, before Emily, everything was dark and people lived just to die. The past and future meant everything to him, they were what controlled his present, but then she came along. She lived in every moment and laughed as she layed in the summers grass, butterflies above her clashing against the white and blue textures of the sky.6

There was one day, in February, that the rain wouldnt clear. Emily sat by her window crying almost as fiercely as the storm. The words she spoke had broken a heart Darren thought could never be shattered, "Im sorry Darren, but I can't see you anymore. I dont know what happened, but I know your here and im sorry. I miss you."7

About an hour later her mother walked in and put her to bed. Despite Emily's cries about not feeling good her mother left her to her dreams. 8

Darren sat there and listened to her cry herself to sleep, and watched her mother try to force her to sleep with unnecessary violence. When Emily had finally drifted off it was around two in the morning. He bent down to kiss her cheek one last time, scarlet fever had taken her about one hour previous. He opened her window and jumped out into the rain. He wandered around the streets until dawn when he swore he could hear the angry voice of Emily's mother trying to wake her dead daughter. As soon as Darren was about to cross the border into Virginia, a small girl, no older than ten reached out and grabbed the back of his coat. It was Emily, "Don't leave just yet. He wants you back, he wants to thank you for helping me" a tear escaped Darren's eye as he replied, "How did I help you?." Emily just smiled and spoke softly, "You were my guardian angel. My dark angel."9