OOC: Indeed, I used one quote from Chobits in here. It kindof relates...just a bit. So in this situation, it worked. Let it go.
Chapter 2
*Darkness stirs*
That day was a normal day. Nothing went against the plans; I wanted to get through my check-up at the doctor’s and leave to play. He was inspecting me for my wing problem. True, they had finally grown in, but something was horribly wrong. As I felt his gentle, firm hand run along my back, I began to think fondly of the next week.
My tenth birthday…what an occasion. It was the big double digit party to which no one would come. I knew already what the results were. I had to be careful not to argue with father again. The last time I had raised a suggestion against his orders, I found out how real “the hole” was. On earth, I had read tales of magnificent monsters that hid in the closets of children and came out only at night when they were bad. In heaven, we as children were threatened with “the hole.”
It was as real as yesterday for me, though it had been about a month ago. I was merely suggesting something we may do for my birthday. My father asked to see my wings. Being the king, I could not refuse his orders, no angel could. I turned about and pointed to the now swelling lumps on my back. At least they were growing now, and perhaps I would be accepted. “Here, father…”
He examined them, and pursed his lips. “I do not see anything.” His gaze was serious as stone, cold and unfeeling.
I sank under his tall figure, unsure of what to do. “They are growing in…I just request, father, that I put up a few decorations and perhaps…have a friend over for some celebration?”
“No.” His reply was like thunder, but I held my firm stance. He must have been surprised, for he cocked his head, a glare on his face. “Did you say something, Selene?”
“No, father.” I was innocent, for I had not dared to slander my father’s name in the least.
“Do not lie.”
“I’m not, father.” He did not believe me. My mother was not present that day; she took off doing some business in another part of heaven. I was left to the most horrible punishment imaginable by a child of heaven…what we called the hole. It was really real. I didn’t think it was, but I was wrong…I cried out, pleaded with my father not to punish me, but he didn’t listen. He never became fond of me, though I didn’t know why. Two soldiers took me to the dreaded place, the place I still shudder to think of.
They opened a door, something like a portal. I felt my body being shoved inside, and fell. Down into nothing I sank, until I finally hit something hard. I opened my eyes, but nothing could be seen. I hesitantly waved a hand in front of my face, but there was no sign of it at all. Tears trickled down my chin, but I firmly wiped them away. It was my fault I was thrown in here. I should never question authority, especially my father. This was the dreaded hole. I already knew how things would work. I was not allowed out at all, unless I could get my father’s appeal. He could choose when I would be allowed out once again. Until then, it was the punishment of no food, no water, and no light. No light…
This was the most horrible. Angels needed light; we thrived off of pure things. We could not survive for long in this darkness. I felt alone, and that was one of the greatest weaknesses of all. Not for all angels, just me. I did not want to be alone. No boy had shown any interest in me yet, why would they later? My mother always said that angels reach their peaks of beauty after their wings grow in...but it wasn't so for me. How I wished my mother was here to stop this madness...I was afraid. Why did my father hate me so? I did not mean to make him angry with me…these questions plagued me for some time, but I could not tell as it passed. I dared not get up to explore in this darkness, for I might not be able to return to my spot, so I lay curled up in a fetal position, until I heard the voice.
“Γειάσου...” it whispered, in the olden language. I suddenly understood it, despite the fact that I had never studied Greek. Many children were supposed to learn it, but I was among the few that did not…yet I knew what it meant.
“Hello.” I greeted back, in a still, small voice that showed fear, yet curiosity.
“Είμαι... εδώ Είναι εγώ...”
I did not understand. This voice was saying “I’m here…it’s me…” but I did not recognize it. “Who are you?” I asked, longing for any company at all.
“Selene.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin. “I’m Selene…” I whispered. “You can’t be Selene, too…”
“I’m always with you…” The voice stated, in a hushed whisper. For just a moment, I saw a form began to visualize, but this couldn’t be…there was no light, so how could I see? A replica of myself appeared in front of me, albeit in all black clothing, somewhat scantily-clad. This was something shocking to me, for this was normally not allowed. She had a look on her face of sadness, and remorse, yet innocence. She was exactly like me. I reached for her, and our fingertips connected. She smiled, and I felt we shared a connection. “I am Selene.”
For a few days, she was my only friend, my only company. Angels could survive for longer periods without food and water than humans could. As her presence grew, I noticed I could call her from my body, by imagining some great feeling. Love, sadness, anger, anything that was from my emotions would work. She was quiet, almost solemn, yet sad…we would talk of better things, trying to rid the feeling that this was a dream. There were a few differences between us; she seldom smiled, almost never. She never referred to anyone by anything other than their name…but me. She called me her friend, her companion, her being. She was naïve, but she was grief-stricken for some reason.
I talked to her on regular intervals, unsure of what to say. “Do you think I can find someone who is just for me…someone…just for me?” I asked her, holding a hand over my legs.
She leaned forward, disappearing, though I could feel her hands on top of mine for a moment. “You must not let anyone touch you…Not unless they are your beloved. If you ever have any release of emotion…I will help you…”
I heard something from another realm, almost as if someone were coming to get me. I heard her voice grow weaker. “I cannot stay…you are not strong enough to hold me…and I am not strong enough to live in you. I must leave…”
“Please! Don’t leave! Stay with me…be my friend…” I begged, not knowing the consequences that would come from this request.
“Only if I am with you…only then can I survive…I must go…”
“Then be with me! Please, don’t leave me!”
She paused, a sad look entering her blue orbs. “If you wish this...it cannot be undone…” Light from the outside world began to enter the hole, and I reached out to her, grabbing her hand in mine. I felt a rough pain enter me, as if my heart had simply burst into flames. “Come with me…” her whispery voice echoed in my mind. My back began to tremble, and I felt something pierce through the skin, reaching a hand behind my neck, I realized. The pain symbolized my feathers, they had shot through my skin…and they were my wings.
“Stay with me…stay with me…always…” I whispered, the lack of nourishment making me overly weakened and unable to stay conscious.
“Selene…I will stay with you…always….”