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Oh dear one,
You have no idea how much I long to speak to you. To hold your hand
so that you know that there is someone there. To wipe the tears away
from your gorgeous blue eyes. But alas, the laws that bind me forbid
such an interaction.
I watch as every time your heart is broken and you hide away from the
world. Completely certain that you are the only one that feels this
way. That there is nothing that can make the pain that aches in your
chest, as if a knife were placed there to make the pain linger.
I can only whisper to you. Softly spoken words in your ear that
everything will be alright. That this pain will leave and when it is
over, you will be stronger. Even tonight as you left for that club,
dressed in your best champagne colored dress, you were uncertain if
this was such a good idea. Your friends would be there and they were
supposed to watch out for you. But they never do. Only I watch over
you.
None of them saw when your best friend's brother put that little drug
in your drink.
But I did.
None of them noticed they way that he watched you take little slips
from your glass, imagining all the things that he would do to you
once he had you alone.
But I knew.
I warned you not to finish the glass. Though you had
already drank some of that drug, it was not all, and that would be
enough. It would be enough for the little power I had to keep you
safe.
He offered to take you home, to leave you safe in your bed; but, his
eyes suggested more sinister things. You agreed. Unaware of the
plans that he has or the steps he has taken to ensure that he would
have you alone.
But you are not alone.
You are stumbling as he helps you to your apartment, fumbling with
the lock until the door opens. He helps you in, his arm around you is
more than a means of keeping you upright. It's a sign that he has
claimed you. You are his prey and he will have no one take you from
him.
But you will not be his tonight.
He gets you to the bedroom and lays you so gently on the mattress.
His eyes hungry as they roam over your body. He is already
undressing you with his eyes and his hands soon follow. That is when
I step between you and him.
He cannot see me. He cannot feel me.
He cannot hear me.
But he can sense me.
He knows that there is something
protecting you. Maybe not consciously, but he knows. His hands are
froze in the air where my chest is. His plans will not come to fruition. He will
not take advantage of you.
By all that I am, he will not have you.
He doesn't know why he can't do it.
Everything was perfect. His drug in the glass. Your unconscious
body on the bed. The solitary apartment. Why can't he do it? He
turns and he leaves, never knowing the answer.
As I hear the door close and I'm
sure that he is gone. I return to your side. I watch you sleep.
Your face so peaceful. So content. I watch you all through the
night. Hovering over you to keep the nightmares at bay. And as the
sun begins to dawn, a gentle glow begins to spread through the night
sky. Filling the horizon with orange and red hues.
Though I cannot touch you, there
are things that I can touch. I go the garden. The flower garden
that you love so much and I pluck a single red rose. Upon returning,
I place it ever so gently in your hand.
I know that you will assume it was
from him. A sweet token to remember him by. I know that you will
have no idea of what he was so close to doing if not for me. But I
don't mind. All I want is to keep you safe. To see you smile. To
watch you live your life. As is the desire of all of my kind.
If I could speak to you now, as more
than just a whisper, I would tell you that in those darkest
moments...the light is just beyond the curtain. When the world seems
like it's crashing down on you, my wings are shielding you. When
you sense that something is amiss and it drives you to be more
cautious, those are my words, whispering, in your ear.
There are times when you see me,
from the corner of your eye. When you are certain that there is
someone there; but, when you look it seems to be only a trick of the
mind. That was me. Protecting you. Watching over you.
If there was one thing I could tell
you, if I had one chance to say anything to you, I would say that
when it feels like you are all alone and no one will come to your
aid. Just remember this one thing....
I am with you...Forever
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