Bryan was sent flying from my punch and landed face first on the hard, dry ground. He must have landed a good 10 feet away from the mound. He was out cold but I had not had enough. I was about to pounce on him. I wanted to smash his head even more than I had already done but I felt someone hug me from behind and I froze instantly. Shame. Anger. Sadness. Regret. I was very young when I swallowed the most bitter feeling in the world.

“Stop! Please Stop!” Majo begged me. She was crying audibly against my back. “Please!”

What have I done? Why did I punch him? Is he going to be okay? Fear and regret intertwined and pooled inside of me in the blink of an eye. I gently grabbed Majo’s hands and slowly removed her from my chest and walked away from her. I went from walking into a light jog and finally started sprinting away from everyone. On my way back home, I remember hearing the siren of an ambulance in the distance. On the following hours I would receive countless messages from Majo, telling me that I had broken Byran’s jaw and that he would been unconscious for a while. His recovery would not be fun at all. I never dared to reply to any of her messages. I would be too busy to care, anyways.

When I got home I just wanted to lay in my bed and forget about everything.

I came inside the house and immediately went upstairs to my room. On my way up my dad asked why I was back so soon and I told him someone had gotten hurt and we stopped playing. I didn’t want to talk about it and my audible slamming of the door carried the message just fine. I threw myself on the bed and grabbed my face with both hands. I was shaking. I was still furious but the regret and shame I felt made it one of the words moments of my life, so far.

I started thinking about all the shit that had gone wrong in my life in the past years and I felt awful for complaining for such petty things. I was a hater. I was a spoiled brat. And, above all, I was a whiny bitch. I started thinking that maybe I could still go back to my old, simple life.

“That was awesome!” I still had my hands in my face when I heard Uriel talk to me.

“I wasn’t expecting you to call my name to beat the snot out of that kid.” The voice of Uriel sounded strangely normal in my head now.

“We can do a lot more than that together, you know.” I knew Uriel did not need an answer to keep talking.

“Today is the day you stop being a bitch.” She seemed to know exactly how to push my buttons.

“Today we can go out to eat something and tomorrow--” I sat down on the edge of my bed and interrupted her. “What are you?” I desperately needed to know.

“I’m an angel, my dear. Made of pure love and compassion.” Her words were soft but dead serious. “I am here to help you be the best you can be.” She pressed on. “I want you to be freed from all the useless things in your life. All the pain. All the mishaps. All the people who do nothing but hinder your success.”

Uriel’s words hit me hard. Maybe it wasn’t my fault. Maybe my life wasn’t so easy after all.

Yeah.

I deserved better. It was all that shitty people holding me back. Maybe I could use Uriel’s power to get the life I deserved.

“How do you plan to do that?” I asked, interested in what the voice in my head had planned for the first time. I did not feel crazy at all. I was not nearly strong enough to break Bryan’s jaw but I really wanted to. I was sure Uriel was powerful but I wanted to know just how much.

“That’s the spirit, boy.” Uriel’s word brought a faint smile to my face. “Why don’t we go out to eat and I’ll tell you everything. You must be starving.” I was indeed. I had not eaten since the previous night’s dinner.

“Ok.”