• An Angel with a Lost Soul



    "bye dust" she called after me.
    she always called me dust ever
    since i covered myself with some
    weird sparkly dust i found when
    i was 5. i loved the name dust
    anyway. My parents said if dust
    was a name and not something
    irritating they would definitly
    have called me dust. Tonight i
    had a strange feeling, like something
    was wrong in the air.
    I looked around. Nothing but the club
    in the distance with flickering lights.
    I carry on walking along the dirty
    pavement and see many gangs all
    looking as scary as the dark night.
    i hate everything dark and evil, my
    sister said i was the opposite of a
    goth. Suddenly i bump into something.
    Or someone.
    "hey you dog where the f**k do
    you think your going" said a voice.
    "h-h-h-home. sorry i didnt see you
    there, really" i say shaking. "then you
    didnt see this..." i feel a throbbing pain
    in my face. whats happening? i must get
    out of here. the pain is all over my body
    now. my chest, my legs, my neck. i run.
    i dont know where but i run. i trip up then
    eventually i open my eyes. i see a boy, a
    young boy. he is bleeding. i put my hand
    out to help him but he pulls back. "dont
    be afraid..." i tell him, trying to calm him
    but how can i calm him when im not calm
    myself. the boy runs away, as if he`s seen
    a ghost. now i know why. i feel a sharp pain
    in my back, like a needle being stuck in your eye.
    i try to feel whats there.
    it feels like a sharp blade.
    A dagger...