Chapter 3: Now Back to Not-So-Normal

I couldn't figure out where I was. I thought I was still in the spirit world but when I looked around it looked too much like Earth. I probably just hit my head too hard when I fainted. Yeah, that's what it was, just a post-faint dream. It was still creepy, yet I wanted Elliott more and more. I had to get out of here. But I still wanted to know where that noise came from. Oh well, maybe I was imagining things. I regained my balance then there it was again. CAWWWWWW- THUMP- THUMP- THUMP- THUMP- CAWWWWW!! Screw walking back slowly, I thought. I then started to run but a voice inside my head stopped me. "Don't try and run from your destiny, Brogan. It all starts tomorrow." It sounded like Elliott. Whatever. Who said you can't be beautiful and insane?
I got home and rushed into the kitchen and told my mom and Colton about the event. They of course thought that I had a major concussion.
"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital," Mom said.
"an asylum or Quinco," Colton added suggestively. (Quinco is a mental health center in my small town.)
" because the doctor said that if you hit your head or fainted or any of that stuff you'd have to go back." Mom added a stern look at Colton after she quoted my doctor.
"Whatever, I can see that ya'll think I have serious issues and what not. Thanks for being supportive!" I yelled at them. I didn't mean to but it felt good to let my anger go.
I heard the sound of distant thunder. Wow. I think I did that. Elliott was right, I can control the weather. Well I guess this has its upsides.


"Brooooooooogggggaaaaaannnnnn!!" Mom yelled at me!
"Fuck!" I whispered under my breath, "Ma'am!" I yelled back.
"You have to go to school today!"
"OK!"
RIINNNNG!! The school bell rang signaling we were late for first period. I am never late so hopefully they will excuse it or at least won't glare at me like I just shot their dog. Teachers are so pissy about things.
TICK, TICK, TICK.
What in the hell! I guess I can't get a break from these monsters. I looked around. Gosh I am so paranoid; it was just Dionday Williams getting into his locker. I took off for first period after that.
"Today class turn to page 99 in your Microsoft Office workbook and do as it says. I see you decided to join us today, Brogan." Ms. Martin spat the words at me and emphasized my name like it was an STD.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes back.
CAAAWWWWWWWW- THUMP- THUMP!!
"Ms. Martin, may I go to the bathroom."
"No! It took you 20 minutes to get to class I think you had long enough!"
"PLEASE! IT IS AN EMERGENCY!! I FEEL SICK!!"
"FINE! Go but if you get sick in my classroom before you make it out the door, you'll have to clean it up."
I ran, ran so fast that I realized what Elliott said was true, again. It took me 5 seconds to get all the way across the school to the office. "Mrs. Kyra? May I call my mom, I didn't drive to school today because my doctor said not to while taking my medicine. I threw up." I lied at the last part.
"Sure, honey. Just dial a nine before you call."
"Thanks."
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hello."
"Hey, Mom can you come pick me up? I don't feel too well and I got sick." I really hate lying to her.
"Sure. I will be there in 5 minutes."
"Okay, I love you, Mom."

10 minutes later I am half way home and I really start to feel sick. I feel like I did yesterday before I fainted. Shit! I knew what was about to happen and my mother would cry and run me to the hospital. I was NOT cool with that. Please God help me not faint. I pleaded with God in my head silently.
The 10 minute car ride felt like a 10 day road trip. I felt woozy, unprotected and a little scared. Maybe Quinco was good for me.
"I'm just gonna, you know, go lie down."
"Come take some medicine, Brogan. You look as pale as a ghost," Mom ordered me.
I groaned in annoyance to the analogy but Mom just thought it was the pain from the pretend stomach ache. I took the medicine and trudged down the hall to our room. I keep forgetting that I don't have my own room. This situation is uncomfortable for me and unhealthy for my social life. As if I had one in the first place.... Life sucks......

Why in the hell do I hear laughter?! My dreams are so fucking crazy I don't even have any idea what's going on. Like for example, one night I had a dream that my friend was a Sex Ed teacher. No lie. That's when I realized this wasn't a normal dream. Hell, nothing anymore was. Nothing.
"I told you that you can't run away from your destiny, silly girl. You thought you could just go to school and be normal again? Trust me your life will never be normal again." I looked around this dark night-sky-blue room and found Elliott, the angel, dressed in white and sticking out like a sore thumb looking at me with intense, caring eyes with a splash of humor in them. He looked more human than the last time that I saw him. His beauty is what helped him to be noticed as an angel.
"Oh, it's you," I replied dully. Quite frankly I wasn't too pleased to be here, but his beauty made me rethink that displeasure. I felt something like a magent pulling me toward him and without warning I am gliding across the room and in his arms embracing him as if he was my lover who had just gotten back from a long, hard battle. Was I in love or did I just need someone who understood me? I am so confused.
"I think I love you." I heard Elliott tell me. I think he met me half way.
"I think I love you." I replied my voice was almost inaudible but I knew Elliott could hear me. I heard him chuckle. "Why?"
"Why what?" Elliott asked concerned.
"Why does it have to be like this? Why when I find someone to love me it seems like he is not real?"
"But I am real."
"Then come to Earth and hold me like you are now."
"I..."
"Help me. Assist me in spirit hunting. And maybe hold me." I pleaded with him.
"I will ask."
"What will Mary think or say?"
"Mary? Oh. Mary is a young girl. She hasn't met many guys. In fact I am the only other angel guy she knows outside of her family. She hasn't learned to broaden her horizons."
"Oh."
"I will be right back, love."
5 minutes later (although it felt like an eternity) Elliott was back.
"Hello, again."
"I didn't realize we said hello a first time." I replied back to him slyly.
He laughed. "Then Hello, Brogan." When he said my name it sent shivers down my spine and sent a smile to my face. "When you regain conscienceness, I will be there with you. I am to be there with you 24/7. No one else will see me but you. You are not to say a word about me being there. These are not my orders; they are His. I will see you in a few minutes, Brogan."
Shivers and a smile, again. Could anything be more perfect. No. Yes? No. He was irreplaceable. I loved him and maybe someone else, crap, I forgot. But he was right. I could not go on to live a normal teenage life. I wouldn't ever be able to. I am in love with an angel (literally), I can talk to spirits, and I am the only one, besides the 49 others, who can see them. Now back to normal. NO. Now back to not so normal. Yes that was the phrase of my new life.