The Devil's Angel

By - Isabella Hayama

"Even the most hated

and sickening beast in the world

has a chance of hope, a falling star,

a brief second of light after the moments of darkness.

But whether the Angel flies back to heaven or stays with the devil

is up to fate and life's cruel play."

- Karina Galano

Intro : "The Devil's Angel"

The Angel :

I scurried down the stair with socks on so Mama and Rei wouldn't wake up by the soundings of my feet moving about on the wooden and polished floor Mama had re-newed just last week. I was thirsty so I decided to pour myself a nice glass of milk with cookies to help out. I turned on the television seeking for entertainment while I feasted on my milk and cookies. Once it was turned on I lowered the volume and waited for the picture to come alive. For some reason, what had come up was no surprise to me yet gave me great aggravation. It was news reporters speaking of me winning the best actress award and speaking about how good of an example I was and that I was a role model to all young children and adults all around the world. I hated it. What if . . . I didn't want to be the example or the role model. What if I wanted excitement and change, not all this fame and popularity that revealed my every movement to pauperizes and to the press. If Akito would hear my thought he would surely say I only took everything I had for granted and that so many other girls would die to be in my shoes but here I am complaining. Maybe he was right, though. Maybe I was taking everything for granted, my life in general for granted. Sometimes he would actually say so many things that made so much sense to me in so many different ways. He spoke like he cared but then when he acts it's like he's a totally different person, almost as if he lived on the outside looking in. Comparing himself and his life to others. Then again, I also had a past. One of roaming the streets at the age of seven! Until Mama found me, of course. But I could still feel the cold and hard floors I would sleep on everyday because I had no place to live. I may be a princess and a pampered royal puppy but maybe this was life's way of repairing my hardships. It was hard to be like me. Sometimes I find it difficult, selecting the ideal personality for different kinds of situations and places. My life was a dream, but it was fake and worthless. The only thought running through my mind was . . . where else did I belong in the world now, if this life I live is no real life?

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The Devil :

I felt the Adrenaline rushing threw me like a bolt or a shadow. It ran threw me at that very moment, the power of my will. I tried picking up my passe and noticed the cops slowing down a bit then I rushed to a near ally and hid inside one of the garbage tanks. Yeah, it smelled but that didn't really mean crap to me. My whole world revolved around that one word that gives it it's definition; crap. That was what my life was. I slipped into the golden, leather converse I had stolen from the near shoe store only fancy and millionaire people go to. I could only imagine Sana picking out shoes, one by one, without a care in the world. It really sickened me seeing people so joyful and care-free, yet here I am with a father that can care less if I disappear just like the ten-dollar-bill Natsumi snatched from his wallet last week, and a sister who lives off of my pain and hunger for her own pleasure while she rots alone in her room all day and blames me for it. This was my life and my way of thinking; The streets, the robberies, the girls that would give in to my sexual appeal, the gangs, and the one person that seemed like she felt she deserved the whole damn world; Sana Karata. I peaked outside while letting in some fresh air for me to breathe, then slipped out and ran out of the ally. The only thought running through my mind now was . . . where else would I belong in the world now, if my life was no real life?

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The story? It will be even BETTER! Trust me. I planned it ALL out. This is my first "Tear Jerker" but I think I'll be pretty good at it, seeing how good my planning is going and how everything just flows out of my mind and heart. Please review!! Maybe I shouldn't continue ?? You tell me!! Wouldn't wanna work on a nice project if nobody likes it...

- Isabella Hayama