One Shots (completed for now)

"As I lay my head down to sleep
i pray to god my soul to keep
and if I die before I wake
i pray to god my soul to take" Little Irina sang quietly, kneeling at her bed. I smiled and rocked back in forth in the blue and pink rocking chair.
"Rina!!" Her mother choked out from her room. I cringe at the foul sound and Irina gets up and makes her way to the door of her room, her purple nightgown knotted tightly in one hand so she can move easily. As she puts her hand on the door handle of the tall white door, she casts a look into my eyes.

She is not yet scared of my tallness and black make-up. She has seen me many times before, but today is different.

Today is the day. The day poor little rina dies.

I smile back at her ,sadness, taking over my features. She walks forward and I let my wings go from my back, showing her i am here to protect her, in witch I am.

She is right i front of me and looks down at my wrist, the white lines vertically casted out by the long thick horizontal one.
"Everything will be okay." She said as she hugged me and took my hand. "Why do you do this to yourself?" She asked and I kneel down, my face next to hers.
"When everything feels like the movies, you bleed to just know your alive." I replied and she smiled sadly and kissed my cheek.

"Come here." She said and took my hand, leading me down the hall way to her mothers door. She knocks on it and the monster opens it, with a blunt in hand.

"Mommy look at my new friend." She said and pouted to me, I glare at her mother as she looks through me. Only my guarded can see their angels,no one else.

"What the fuck Irina?? You are five years old not two!! You need to grow up!!" She screamed and grabbed the neatly tied pigtails in her hair that I tied for her, and slammed her face in the door way.

Knocking her out cold.

I can't do much today, I just have to bear it. Seeing the love of my life get battered and bruised.


Today killed.

Her mother was crying out profanities while beating the child, and I couldn't take it.

I put her head in my lap and my fingers on her temples. as I level her soul into mine, I see her older figure in the darkness.

It doesn't matter how old you truely are, your soul determines how old you will be forever at death. I was 22 when I died, but now I'm 18.


I could tell she was 16, with her black hair in a high messy bun and black skinny jeans with a white tank top.

She was stunning.

She caught my eye and came in close for a hug, me wrapping us in a warm blanket of love.

"Ready?" I ask and she shakes her head. "Wait." Her voice speaks quietly and she turns around, looking at her now grieving mother placing roses and flowers that she had gotten from Irina on her. Covering her.

Then she picked up the phone and called someone, speaking a few simple words no one wants to hear.





"I've just killed my daughter."

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