Have you ever asked yourself,
What happens
If an angel falls on earth?


I was never interested…

Until I met this boy…

1. Chapter

It was dark when Eliya came home and it rained.
Her long, light brown hair hung in strands in her face and covered her view, but it didn´t bother her. On the contrary, it was good the way it was, because she could hide the wounds which covered her face.
She pulled the house key from her trouser pocket and opened carefully the door, but instead of entering the house and escaping the cold she turned around a last time.
Her heartbeat rose as she recognized a dark shape behind a tree on the other side of the street. But instead of fear a sudden indescribable warmth ran through her body and drove the cold out of her limbs. She shivered and shook her head.
When her view wandered towards the shape again, it had disappeared.
Slowly she went into the house and closed the door as quietly as she could.
In the meantime her parents became unconcerned whether and when Eliya came home, which drove tears into her eyes every time she thought about it.
Even on the quiet Hello!, which escaped her throat, she got no answer, but she was sure that she was heard, because for one moment silence fell in the living room. No two seconds later the discussion was continued in a far louder tone to drown all sounds outside the room.
The feeling of loneliness, which spread in her heart, became stronger every day and nothing on earth seemed be able to take away this feeling.
I should have known this…I should have known that this was a trap…, she thought wearily and went in her room.
She stood in front of her mirror and swept her hair out of her face.
A long cut tore the left half of her face down to the chin. It bled no longer, but she could still feel the pounding of her heart in this wound.
She stroke over the wound with her left hand and winced, when a stringing pain ran through the wound where she had touched it.
“Jerk”, she murmured quietly. A weak smile flickered over her lips, but it was more a grimace than a smile. Then she started to cry.
“I cry? Why?” She stared at her reflection, which seemed to not think about stopping the tears, it simply left them be.
Eliya shook her head.
“Why is that? Tears make no difference, you know that! Stop it!”, she cried, but instead of obeying, her reflection cried even more.
Something shining stung in her eye and she turned around to see what it was, that attracted her interest.
On the small table beside the mirror lay a razor.
Eliya thought shortly how it had ended up in her room.
Then she remembered it.
It lay there for already a week. She had stolen it from the bath, in hope, her father wouldn´t notice. Nevertheless he wanted to let a beard grow, so there was no need for it anymore.
And her father did really not notice, but to make matters worse her mother did.
To her surprise her father said he had thrown it away and her mother left it thereby.
Doesn´t matter…, she thought and picked the razor up.
“It would be over soon…but I am afraid…I am terrified…” A quiet sigh escaped her throat, when she softly stroked over the sharp end. “What will come after death? Is everything ending or will the pain start anew…I wish to know…” She led the razor to her wrist, but withdrew in the end. “I can´t do it…”, she murmured and cried again.
The razor fell off her hand and she winced when hearing the loud Kliiiiiiing as it hit the ground.
Frightened she stopped breathing and did not dare to move an inch, but it remained silent outside her room.
No fast steps, no worried sighs, nothing.
“What do I have expected?”, she whispered with a tormented laughter. “That mum will sprint to my room looking at me with fear?” Eliya shook her head.
She knelt down beside the razor and examined the blade which was shining in the light.
There was something red on the blade.
Curiously she picked the razor up and contemplated it. Only now she noticed the small red drops near the razor on the ground. From where did they come?
That is…blood…, she thought surprised and her view slid to her arm.
A thin, red line tore her lower arm. Blood poured out.
“How did this happen? I haven´t felt anything…nothing…no pain. Strange…” Carefully she stroked over the wound. The blood was warm and a slight metallic smell spread. That´s how my blood smells..I´ve never realized it, even though it happened so many times…so many wounds, so much pain and I never noticed it?
Eliya shook her head and wiped the blood off the ground.
She cleaned the razor with a rag and hid it at a safe place. It might be useful again.
She got rid of her clothes, which were, as she realized only now, soaked wet. She in person wasn´t feeling cold, even though her skin felt icily.
Eliya hasn´t been this glad to have a own bath in her room for a long time.
She went into the small shower and untwisted the tap to the block.
As the cold water became warm and finally hot, a deep feeling of ease and peace ran through her body. A feeling which became different in the course of time.
Eliya showered for a long time to forget all the stresses and strains of the past day. But as soon as she would watch herself in the mirror again everything would come back, because the wound which tore her face reminded she again what they had done to her.
And it would remind her her whole life, because a scar would be left behind.
Lost in thoughts she went out of the shower, dried herself up and dressed her pyjamas on.
Before she went to bed she threw a last view outside her window.
And there it was again, the black shape behind the tree and it´s view seem to exactly meet Eliyas. She winced frightened back.
The fact that she were still followed and watched made her fear.
She tightened the curtains and went to bed.
Tears ran down her cheeks and she sobbed silently.
Wasn´t she granted to live in peace?