(this is based on eyewitness accounts and true events that happened to me after my surgery. I do believe this was and is real and I hope you guys like it.)
My life has been nothing. Just a regular kid trying to survive in the big world. My life has been filled with misery, anger and confusion. I had no angel speak to me. I had no spirit guide me. I gave way into sin and fought my way through elementary and into middle school. Then, when I finally meet great friends who become family and the hurricane of my life seems to disappear I was diagnosed with a tumor. I was completely emotionless at the time. I didn't care at all. How heartless can I be? I'm facing Death! I'm facing the near end of my short life! Don't I care? ... No, ... probably not. That was me before I met him.
After the surgery I was completely numb. I couldn't move. I couldn't ignore the pain. Nine staples pierced my flesh and mocked my health and survival of the years to come. I was almost starved to death ... If it weren't for my friend doing the right thing I would probably be as thin as a skeleton by now. And yet here I am, in front of God begging for the pain to stop.
My friends cried. My family prays. My church pleads to God for my recovery. And me ... I don't do anything at all. I don't cry, or think about how I'm going to live like this. All I think about is well, nothing. Nothing at all.
I sigh in guilt and gently close my eyes with the sound of the heart monitor beeping in my ears. I listen to my heart as it sings me to sleep with slow beats. Then, I suddenly find myself in a dark place. I was confused and the pain from my scar was no longer here with me. I can walk again. I'm free. But where am I?
I look down and see a man in a read robe sitting in front of me. He had dark hair like mine and half of his face was shadowed from the nose up from his stringy bangs. He smiled gently at me and held out a large red book. Inside the book were red pages and in gold, on one of the pages, was a prayer... a beautiful prayer.
"Come pray with me." he says.
"Who are you?" I ask him.
"Just come pray with me." He replies. I did what he said and sat with him and prayed with him. I don't know why but I was very comfortable with him. And once we finished, I looked up above me and started floating toward a white light. Then, the next thing I know I'm back in the hospital bed and I think about what had just happened. I didn't even know his name, so why was I so comfortable with him? Hopefully, I'll know one day.
Back on my feet finally after the surgery. I am weak, but not too weak. I feel like I'm being watched by something ... or someone. But enough about being paranoid, again I lay my head to rest, my sister laying on the floor so my scar won't be disturbed by her sudden kicks. Finally, I slowly drift into sleep and finally relax. My eyes blink one minute and open again the next. Is it morning already? Where's my sister? Where's my family? I'm alone.
A voice calls to me. At the foot of my bed I see a man. He had long black hair, and pale, white eyes surrounded by thick, black eye-liner. He had pale white skin, a muscular body and a gentle spirit. He gently smiled at me and touches my face. I touch his hand and he speaks to me.
"I see you're doing well," I heard his thoughts, "I am the angel who visited you. I am Azrael."
"The angel of death?" I asked through thought.
He giggled, "Yes. I am... don't be afraid." His face leaned into mine and he gently kissed me. I felt my heart stop for a second as he released to kiss. I couldn't help but return the kiss. The next thing I knew he laid me down and well... you know, we sort of did it. Now, I don't know really why he did that, and why I was sucked into it when I barely know him, but he did. We did. And I wanted to know why. And once we stopped he finally told me in a soft voice, "I'm gonna come back for you." I know bad timing to say that, but I guess he just wanted to be a surprise. Anyway, I look at him and I was in shock ... and finally I wake up.
After that he has been visiting me for brief periods of time. He has even kissed me as I lay to sleep and admitted he loves me. And I him back because he taught me so much. He taught me how to be passive, gentle, friendlier, and to walk away when trouble is at my doorstep.
Funny, he also defends me. Like the other day at school, some idiot was being up in my face and I felt someone growl right behind me. I knew someone was not behind me at the time, but I knew it was Azrael protecting me.
It felt like he was saying, "Leave her alone!" and plus being a Grigori, or Watcher, I pictured him revealing fangs to the kid who tried to start a fight with me. He was being aggressive when he needed to be. Plus, he shares a sense of jealousy when I hugged an ex-boyfriend of mine. He became angry and wanted me to get away from him for some reason.
He said, "Why do you hug him?"
I answered, "Because I still like him. Is that a problem, Azrael?"
"No ..." he said, "I just don't want to loose you. I love you."
"I love you, too." I said gently, "But please calm down." He agrees and allows me to wander around freely. Since then, he's been very passive of the people I meet and shares a curious side to a friend of mine; pulling her hair and accidentally giving her chills. He's very funny when it comes to his curiosity, and very gentle to when I bump into an emotional breakdown.
He's not really what people think he is. Azrael's gentle, sweet and protective. He tells me things I should know and gives me advice on what to do next such as playing for my church band and trying out for drum-major. Sometimes I think he's a little over the edge with these things, but I do what he suggest what I should do and hope for the best. Azrael awaits for me until Armageddon, and can't wait to see me face to face. But it all feels like this can't be happening... but it is. Azrael's here with me and always will be even after death has taken over me. I await for that fateful day as well ... but I'm afraid and hope my time won't come soon between now and Christ's return.
Azrael is my love. He is my protector and my guide. I was once lost and now I'm found. He wakes me gently every morning and talks to me through out the day. He kisses to cheeks of my flesh and soul and embraces me in his arms and wings. Azrael, my dusk lays me in bed and we look forward to the next day. I close my eyes finally and listen to his sweet voice whisper in my ear:
Sleep my sweet soul ,
Dream the night away.
By dawn, I'll wake you,
So we can love another day.
My wings will warm you,
My heart will love you,
Each day, everyday
I'm always here for you.
Don't you cry.
Don't you scream.
Just sleep my love,
'Til morning and dream.