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So I hate pets, I don't hate animals, and I guess I don't really hate pets either, I just hate the responsibility that comes with them, more specifically, cleaning up after them. So when I came home one day to find my mother showing off the new greyhound she had bought, well I was less then thrilled.
I've told you that angels exist with humans, and they blend in, well I didn't see a dog, I saw a pre-pubescent 11 year old boy who was lanky and had stringy, platinum blonde hair despite how how washed it along with gorgeous blue eyes. But it turned out he was a demon, and I learned heaven doesn't accept pets.
But back to the kid, Mom had named him Izzy, and since I was home more often then her, I got to be Izzy's keeper. But it's hard when I see a human and not a dog, and I can understand what it's saying. I tried to treat it as a dog for the first couple days, but after watching him complain about dog food for a week and not eat for a couple meals I decided to give in and feed him normal human food. He spazzed ten times worse realizing I could see his true form and I was subjected to cuddling him and snuggling him and petting his head until he fell asleep. That's Izzy for you...
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I was seven years old when my dad left my mom. I had cried so hard last night and my mom comforted me, I was crying tears for both of us, because my mother had become so broken she couldn't cry. The next day I went to school as usual, but I didn't want to go back home, I knew mother was hurting and it was papa's fault, but I didn't know how to help her. So stayed after school, playing in the sand like it would help. Eventually I started to cry, frustrated because I didn't know what to do, angry because it was dad's fault, sad because I couldn't make Mama happy. It was a flurry of emotions a seven year old shouldn't have to face.
"Why are you crying? I came back with the ice cream. Papa didn't leave you."
I had turned to look at the voice, because it wasn't my Papa. But there was a man there with two ice cream cones smiling, and he even sat down beside me in the sand box.
And immediately I became afraid, before I could cry he offered my cone, and like I child I ate it while sniveling and sobbing and blubbering. And he sat there patiently, eating his own cone. I cried about everything, telling this stranger that my dad left and Mama was sad and I didn't know what to do and about that one boy who always stole my pencils so i stabbed him and got in trouble. The stranger laughed at that, making me stop to look at him.
"Such a silly child. Eat your ice cream Papa bought for you. It's melting all over your fingers." And he wiped them, he opened his backpack and took out a small container of wipes and wiped my hands. My Papa had never done this before.
"But you aren't my Papa." I remember saying bluntly to this blonde haired man. I was a brunette like my mom, my Dad was more of a red-head really.
"Would you like me to be your Papa?"
And immediately I started to cry, because Mom had told me about talking to strangers and getting kidnapped and here I was about to get kidnapped and I fell for it.
Eventually he tried to talk to me again and I ran away screaming.
I never really met him after that, sure I saw him occasionally, but I never really knew. Perhaps he was a high angel or demon, I don't remember. I tried to describe him to Melissa and Kenneth, and even Izzy, but none of them knew who he was.
i find it hard to believe beautiful humans like that exist.
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"No." Was my final answer into the cell phone, Izzy cuddled closely to my back. it was two am, and I had to wake up in three hours to take him out again (but he's potty trained, so it was all really a show for mom at this point).
"But I'm sad and I need company and I'm a lesbian!" Melissa's voice wailed. "You're the only one I can trust!"
"I'd be more than happy to send Izzy your way, Melissa, but unlike you supreme beings I need to sleep if I want to be healthy."
"But Amanda!"
"Good night, Melissa." And I clicked end, shoving the phone under my pillow and sighing. Izzy shifted, one of his legs wrapping around my waist as he cuddles closer. Why were dogs so cuddly?
Soon the buzzing of my phone was heard through my pillow and I answered it quickly. "What?"
"Amanda!" kenneth exclaimed. "Another angel! Another angel has appeared!"
"I don't care, they don't appear, they already exist."
"No! But this one is specifically looking for you!" Well if that didn't wake me up. "I dunno apparently he heard about you! But that doesn't make much sense considering you've got other normal human friends and I haven't told anyone!"
Before I had a chance to respond Izzy grabbed it, a scary yet sleepy look on his face. "She's trying to sleep you stupid angel. Good night." And tunred the phone off before tossing it onto the floor. he sighed, sitting up and moving himself to my other side, curling up and working his way between my legs and arms where I had to hug him.
I couldn't do it for long, so I rolled onto my stomach, arms at my sides until he whined, moving my arm and laying under it. "I love you."
"I love you too, Izzy. Now sleep, we'll need our energy for Kenneth tomorrow."
"Can I bite him?"
"Piss on him for all I care, but do it outside."
He giggled, placing his face uncomfortably in my neck and sighed. It took only a few minutes before he was sleeping.
Oh how jealous I was....
 Your Missing Period · Thu Jul 21, 2011 @ 03:30am · 1 Comments |
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