I Write Sins, Not Tragedies. ||Open RP
The wind made a soft sound, messing with her hair. Caleigh looked at the big, white, beautiful moon in front of her and breathed deeply. The cliff. Her cliff. The place ws like another home for the girl. She would always go there whenever she got upset, or had to think. Looking down, there was her favourite lake, followed by a small forest.
She shivered, hugging herself. It was cold, and the thought of being alone only made it colder. She turned her back to the moon, looking at the small tent she had conjured. Phillip was there, sleeping. The boy knew nothing, and wasn't questioning her, or giving her strange looks. He was actually enjoying the fact that he was at a new place.
Cal held the angel blade in her hand tighter. She knew that if there was something that could kill her, it was that blade. Her wings suddenly bursted out with the thought of ending everything.
Taking a deep breath, she looked back to the moon and brought the blade closer to her arm. She closed her eyes and pressed it against her skin, making a deep cut. Cal bit her lip hard, trying not to scream. The feeling of that blade reaching her Grace, letting blood and part of her angelic soul out in a sick, disgusting way only made her dizzy.
She took the blade away from her arm to her stomach, cutting through the fabric of her shirt. She screamed. It burned! It was like being thrown into a lake of fire, the flames licking her skin, digging into her soul...
Cal dropped the blade, falling on her knees. She was weak, hurt. Her vision was blurred and her head heavy. The nephilim reached for the blade, but before she could lay her hands on it, her eyes fluttered close, and she was pressed down to the ground by the pain, hitting her head on the dirty rocks.
It was a pretty scene, actually. A girl with beautiful wings coming from her back, laying on the ground, blood and some shinny silver liquid dropping from her stomach and arm, a small cut on her forehead.
But inside her mind, it couldn't be worse.
Failure. Rape. Weak. Failure. FAILURE. FAILURE!
The words being yelled at her by several familiar faces. Adam, Thomas, Max, Collin, Nate, her parents, Holly, Cas, Dean, Sam... All of them, pointing their fingers at her, as she curled up on the floor, covering her ears and closing her eyes.
She tried to run, but they kept following her. Failure.
All she could do was cry and wait for them to stop. Failure. Turns out she wasn't as tough as she thought.
Failure. But she couldn't help it! She had to help everyone. Failure. It was impossible to see a living soul needing help, and just sit on the couch to watch. Failure.
They kept kept yelling. Louder and louder. Failure. She felt vulnerable, small. Failure. Mommy!
The fact that she wanted to hide from them only made her feel more scared, and she unfolded her wings, trying to protect herself. Mommy!
Suddenly, one by one, they got quiet. Mommy! The fingers pointing at her vanished, nd it got dark. Mommy! Dark, cold... No, it wasn't cold... It was burning. She was on fire, but only on her stomach and arm. Mommy! The rest of her was shaking, shivering. Mommy! There was a cry... It sounded scared and loud... She knew that sound. She knew it too well. It sounded like home, but an empty home... Mommy!
With a whimper, her eyes fluttered open and she blinked confused. Mommy! The moon was beautiful! She stared at it, a faint smile growing on her face slowly. Mommy!
That voice... Phillip! Her son brought her back to reality and she rubbed her eyes with her good arm.
"Phillip?", her voice sounded low and husky, but she had to go see her kid. The burning sensation was strong, but she managed to hold onto a rock to get up and waddle slowly and clumsily to the tent. "Phillip... I'm here."
Cal got to his little "nest" and whimpering quietly, she leaned down to pick him up, but she couldn't get up. With a tired sigh, she sat on the blankets, curling up wit him in her arms, after placing another blanket to cover her wounds. "Mommy...", the boy sniffled, sobbing a little.
"Shh, baby boy. Mommy is here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I won't leave you. I'm so sorry.", she whispered, looking down at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I love you so much, Phillip."
"Love?", he asked quietly.
"Yes, sweetie. Love.", the girl answered, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Go back to sleep. Mommy isn't going anywhere." She really wouldn't. Cal couldn't get up. The balnket had stopped the bleeding, but her lack of Grace made the healing process really slow, and she felt weak. Cuddling him close, she started humming Hey Jude until he fell asleep again, welcoming the uncounsciousness right after the boy.
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