Finding Hope
I don’t know where I came from, or how I got here. But one thing I know is that people tend to underestimate angels. Angels are real and watch over/protect humans. I guess you can wonder how I know that. Well that’s because I am part angel.
My mother was an angel and I don’t know what happened to her, or my human father. Lets just say I’m on my own and I always will be. My name is Lila and this is my story about finding hope.
I was weaving through downtown New York with a coat pulled tightly around me, mashing my wings into my body. Yeah, I have wings, too. They are about 12 feet long and are all white. I avoid the looks sent my way once I accidently hit into somebody. No one knows anything about me or what I’ve been through. As far as I know there is no one else like me, unless I just never found them yet.
I made my way to the run down warehouse where I went to stay away from other humans. I slipped in the door and slid my coat, off extending my wings. I guess I should’ve checked to see if anyone was watching, but I’ve been doing it forever and no one ever sees me.
I zipped open the bag that was on my back and got out the food I was able to buy with the little money I had. I knew what would happen to me if people found out who, or I guess I should say what, I was. They would kill me. I lay down with my head against my bag and closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. In my dream I saw flashes of wings, then I saw the Hollywood sign. I woke up with a jump and then my shoulders relaxed. I knew I had to go to the Hollywood sign and that something was waiting for me there.
I sat up and packed up my stuff and was on my way. I started walking through New York. I couldn’t fly without risking being seen, so I settled on walking. It would take at least till day break to get to Pennsylvania, it would take even longer if I was a regular human, but I’m faster so I can get there sooner.
I kicked stones down the road as I walked and listened to the sound of my footsteps against the ground. My eyes started drooping as the hours passed and I felt like lying down and going to sleep. As the sun was coming up I realized that I finally made it to Pennsylvania. I decided I would take a plane to Missouri with the last bit of money I could scrape up.
Once I was on the plane, I kept looking nervously around me expecting someone to see my wings or ask me about the lump in my coat. I stared out the window as the plane flew over Ohio but fell asleep soon after. I woke up only about 30 minutes later, but felt a little more refreshed.
Since I was awake, I thought about what my dream meant about going to the Hollywood sign. I hoped it had something to do with my mother, and that I might finally see her again, but the more I thought about it the more unlikely it seemed. I let that thought go to the back of my mind as I looked around the plane to see if anyone was looking at me suspiciously, which no one was.
As soon as we were in Illinois I groaned knowing soon I would have to get off and finish my trip to California walking, which could take days. I shook in my seat, uneasy to get off the plane. As soon as we got to Missouri, I grabbed my bag and made my way off of the plane. I looked around and saw that I was the last one off and no one else was outside the airport with me. I knew I was going to be taking a risk doing this but I don’t care.
I spread out my wings and soared up into the air feeling the rush of wind blowing my hair behind me. I smiled and thought how this was the best time that I’ve ever flown… which I only did a few times.
I was a good 80 feet or higher and it was cloudy today, so not many people would be able to see me up here, which was good. Through the night I flew and didn’t sleep and by sunrise I was almost in Colorado. I flew down in a high tree and perched on the branch. I sat down and took a drink of water. I decided to rest for a few minutes because I probably wouldn’t be able to stop very much until California.
Once I was done, I stood up and grabbed the branch so I wouldn’t fall. I jumped up in the air and spread my wings out and I was in the sky again. After a few hours of just enjoying the silence of flying and the sound of the wind I started to get tired. I guess I should have slept before I decided to start flying again, but I wasn’t thinking.
I decided since I made progress and I was in Utah I could rest. I soared down in a clearing in the woods and collapsed from exhaustion. Soon I couldn’t even use enough energy to keep my eyes open and I fell asleep. My dreams didn’t really mean anything tonight, just flashes of the Hollywood sign again.
Once I woke up I realized I had slept for hours and that I needed to go to get to California by tomorrow. I hastily got all my stuff ready and flew to California. The hours went by the same, nothing interesting happened and I just waited patiently till I got there.
I was getting closer and could even see the glowing lights of the Hollywood sign in the distance. I smiled and flew as fast as I could. I realized I was flying low over the city and since it was daytime everyone could see me and were pointing at me. I cringed at my stupidiness as I heard gunshots.
I don’t know if they thought I was a bird or something, because I don’t think they would shoot me if they knew I was part human. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and looked down. I saw a bullet hole and red spots blossoming around it. I started falling towards where the Hollywood sign was at and I hit the ground with a crunch. I looked up and could see whiteness. I smiled.
I know your probably wondering why I’m smiling if I’m dying, well for an angel once your life ends, you get to go to heaven and your new life begins.