My body was burning. Blood in my veins making them pulsate, my heart pounding against my chest. It was painful, a feeling of my ribcage being broken with how fast and hard it would beat. It hurt to breathe, my vision blurry with my hand hovering over my throat. Beads of sweat cascading down my face, neck, collarbone and wetting my torn shirt. I gripped the bat tighter, trying to distract my attention towards the wood burns appearing on my palms and not the stab wound in my shoulder.

I tsked, flinching when I went to move my body. The pain was too large and antagonizing, my body feeling numb. My body felt like a ton of bricks stacked together like a pyramid atop my chest, heaving and huffing not helping my case in the slightest. I shifted my body, holding back my cries while leaning back against the wall. The ground shook, causing parts of the building to collaspe, boulder sized pieces crushing onto the ground. It destroyed vases, the stairs, paintings on the wall. The living room was no longer what I saw it to be- it was different, filled with rocks, broken pieces, blood splattering by smashing the dead the body I bashed. I flinched at the feeling of the red colored liquid staining my face and clothes, my eyes clamping close momentarily.

My eyes pulsed open widely, a cry of agony leaving me. My eyes fell upon the large ceiling piece that crushed my foot, immense pain flooding through my body. I went to move, jerking out of abnormal suffering my foot and ankle now endured. Tears spilled down my cheeks, my hand releasing from the bat and moving to wrap around my stomach. I was hoping, praying, that it would distract me; forcing pain upon my chest to drive it away from my foot. I could barely see, my vision blurred, going in and out of focus as gallons of blood leaked from my body. I knew this was one of the worst ways to die, losing blood at a fast yet torturous pace.

"I know I said that I changed." I croaked out in a brokem voice, barely above a whisper as I trembled. "I know that it's true- or so I thought." I released an inaudible laugh, stopping immediately when feeling more pain boiling. I could feel my body going weaker, my hands falling to my side as I gazed up at the sky through the hole in the ceiling. "I said I'd be there for you." Speaking was painful, but I knew it was deserved. The way I acted, the lies that left my lips with no remorse of the outcome. Guilt was my strong suit, and karma was now here to take it's chance to kick me out of the world and others lives.

"Liar." My head fell backwards against the wall, my eyes set on the dim glowing woman who sat upon on the boulder atop my foot. I stared at her, noticing the sad and guilty features on her face. "You were good." She smiled and just as always, it was quick to wash away all pain and sorrow that rose within me. "You did what you believe was right." Her hands cupped my cheeks, a faint warmth radiating from her actions.

"You know that's a lie." I murmured, her face inching closer to mine to press our foreheads together. A ghostly action was her lips brushing over mine, something I could no longer feel but wish to. My movement was paused like a movie. I felt hope in my chest, something she could always cause and only her. No one had dared to try, I was a criminal, an insane murderous man who couldn't hold back his actions and let go of grudges. Yet, she was persistent, she wanted this and took the risk.

"Come home." She said, her body pulling back slightly, her hand held out for me to take. I couldn't believe what was happening- she was an angel, no doubt on that. The hurt on her face didn't give me any happiness; it pained me largely. She was my weakness and everyone knew. I raised my hand effortlessly, placing it with hers. I noticed the faint glow coming from my hand that interlocked with hers, my body lifted without effort or extra weight. My arms wrapped around her, holding her close to me as I buried her face into my neck, tears neverending down my skin. "Welcome home." She whispered to me, the light blinding me.

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"Tommy!" I lifted my head from my desk, a surprise look crossing my face as I turned to face Amelia who sat behind me, a pouty angry look on her face as she stared at me. "Quit falling asleep in class dummy! We're trying to get you your angel wings!" She whined, my gaze moving to look at the screen that lit up the lesson on souls and how they connected with humans and their guardian angels. "You idiot." She huffed at me. I chuckled, turning my body to face her. "Hey, you know the rules! You can't copy-"

I silenced her words by pressing my lips against hers, a small squeak coming out in return. I could feel heat from her cheeks radiating from my action, a smile crossing my lips during the kiss. I pulled back and stared at her, a look of love and passion. "I love you." I whispered softly, my palm gently pressing over her cheek. She held my gaze, a twinkling light in her eyes.

"I love you to." Amelia whispered back softly before leaning forward and pressing our lips together again. I as quick to return it, my urge to never release beginning. My love, my ride or die, my world- she was here with me and that's all I cared about, nothing else.