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 It was a crisp clear night, and the world seemed to shift before her eyes. The trees were somehow more colorful. The snow was somehow colder. And her very own self, wasn’t herself. She had wonderfully changed from a regular, ordinary human, to a graceful, beautiful angel. Her wings were as white as clouds, and her clothes were as soft as fluff.

 As the world shifted beneath her, evil arose. Mother was not happy with this change. Her mother had always said, “Do not fear of the darkness, as it will usually come around to meet your wants.” She was wrong. Her mother always believed in the living dead, but no matter how she persuade her daughter, there would always be hope for the future in her life. If mother could not persuade her, she beat her. Bruises and scratches covered her arms, legs, and face. “You will not believe in such nonsense!” Mother would scream as more and more wounds appeared on her helpless body.

 There was no one she could go to, except herself. She would look forward to school everyday, as there was nothing pleasant at home to enjoy, savor, or even play with.

 School became even more interesting when  a little boy invited her to play. They became the best of friends day after day of knowing each other.

 The little girl knew it was too good to last. She came home one day to find her mother with a knife in her hand, sitting on the couch.

 “Welcome back, you terrible little child.” Mother scowled. She had a slick smile on her face, like a cat would before it would strike its prey, and tear it apart, limb for limb.

 “What is the matter?” Said the girl, with fear in her eyes, and a sad smile painted on. She tried not to fear of her mother, but nothing could ever be as mean as the one thing she ever knew.

 “You never deserved to be a part of this family. I made the worst mistake just by raising you by myself!” The girl was still terrified, but tried to stay still, and not think about the knife in her mothers hand. About how sharp it is and how bad it would tear through human, or even nonhuman skin. How much time it took to craft it into the beautiful piece it is. “YOU DESERVE TO DIE IN HELL, HEAVENS DEMON!” Mother screamed as she thrusted the clean piece of steel into her chest. The daughter screamed at the top of her lungs, and fell like a rag-doll to the ground. Tears streamed down her face, as well as blood from her mouth and eyes.

 It took hours for the police to arrive at the vacant house, and by that time, the mother had disappeared into the crisp clear night.

   The Girls angel lie beside her, as the world began to shift before her eyes. She was dragged from the house. To her eyes everything had become more clear. The trees more colorful, the snow, colder and whiter. It had been too late for her to savor this moment. For she and her angel walked away from the sight, and into the clouds.

 But her body still lay untitled.