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My Guardian Angel
Contemplating
As Katie Elizabeth Taylor walked home from spending the afternoon at the park by herself a storm was starting. The wind blew her shoulder length auburn hair into her face and she held her thin jacket closer to her body as she shivered.
The walk home was a relatively short one. All she had to do was cross the bridge one block away from the park, turn left at the street after it, and then a right onto her street. Normally she hated walking home, because with each step she was closer to a place where she felt indifferent, and lonely. But today, due to the cold, she was almost happy to be heading home.
When she got to the middle of the bridge she stopped, as she normally did, and looked over the edge at the water. There was a man to her left smoking a cigarette and leaning against the railing, but she paid him no mind. She just stared at the water rushing under the bridge.
“Don’t even think about it.” came a mans voice.
Katie turned to her left and looked at the man who hadn’t moved a muscle. “Don’t think about what?”
“Excuse me?” the man asked as he turned to look at her.
“You told me not to think about it. Think about what?” Katie told the man.
“I didn’t say anything.” the man insisted.
“Yes you did, I heard you.” Katie argued.
“You’re crazy.” the man said. He threw the butt of his cigarette on the ground, stepped on it, and walked away.
“Whatever. Jerk.” Katie said as she turned around to look at the water again.
She tried to concentrate on the movement of the water. Tried to lose herself and immerse her thoughts in the river flowing under the bridge she stood on but couldn’t. The smoking man had interrupted her train of thought. She sighed and began walking the rest of the way home.
She got in her house, took off her jacket, grabbed a soda and headed up to her room. She sat down at her desk. The desk was cluttered with paper, Cds, pens, empty soda cans, and various other things. Her room looked about the same. Clothes, more papers, and other miscellaneous items lay scattered on the floor, and the walls were covered with so many pictures and posters that you were unable to see the wall at all.
She grabbed an unmarked medicine bottle from a desk drawer and looked at the contents inside. 5 pills of OxyContin lay inside. Just in case. She put her head down on the desk and twirled the bottle in her hand - contemplating.
“Okay, I seriously wouldn’t do it if I were you.” came the voice from before.
Katie’s head snapped up when she jumped and she dropped the bottle and it clanked onto the desk with a thunk. She wheeled her chair around and there on the bed was the source of the voice.
He was staring at the ceiling and didn’t even bother turning his head to meet her face. He knew what she looked like, and he knew she knew who he was.
“W-w-who are you?” she stuttered.
“You know who I am.” he said and this time did turn his head to meet her stare.
She did but she couldn’t believe it. Her eyes were telling her that Kurt Cobain lay on her bed. He was the spitting image of the pictures of him that were on her wall and yet her brain couldn’t believe it. There was just no way that the Kurt Cobain could be laying on her bed. The man’s been dead for 15 years!
“But you can’t be!” she protested.
“And why not?” he asked.
“Because you’re…you’re supposed to be…aren‘t you…” she spluttered.
“Dead?” He finished.
“Yeah!” Katie almost yelled.
“Well I still am you know. I didn’t come back to life or anything crazy like that.” He told her.
“Then how the hell are you here?!” Katie yelled now beyond flustered.
“I’m your guardian angel.” he stated.
The walk home was a relatively short one. All she had to do was cross the bridge one block away from the park, turn left at the street after it, and then a right onto her street. Normally she hated walking home, because with each step she was closer to a place where she felt indifferent, and lonely. But today, due to the cold, she was almost happy to be heading home.
When she got to the middle of the bridge she stopped, as she normally did, and looked over the edge at the water. There was a man to her left smoking a cigarette and leaning against the railing, but she paid him no mind. She just stared at the water rushing under the bridge.
“Don’t even think about it.” came a mans voice.
Katie turned to her left and looked at the man who hadn’t moved a muscle. “Don’t think about what?”
“Excuse me?” the man asked as he turned to look at her.
“You told me not to think about it. Think about what?” Katie told the man.
“I didn’t say anything.” the man insisted.
“Yes you did, I heard you.” Katie argued.
“You’re crazy.” the man said. He threw the butt of his cigarette on the ground, stepped on it, and walked away.
“Whatever. Jerk.” Katie said as she turned around to look at the water again.
She tried to concentrate on the movement of the water. Tried to lose herself and immerse her thoughts in the river flowing under the bridge she stood on but couldn’t. The smoking man had interrupted her train of thought. She sighed and began walking the rest of the way home.
She got in her house, took off her jacket, grabbed a soda and headed up to her room. She sat down at her desk. The desk was cluttered with paper, Cds, pens, empty soda cans, and various other things. Her room looked about the same. Clothes, more papers, and other miscellaneous items lay scattered on the floor, and the walls were covered with so many pictures and posters that you were unable to see the wall at all.
She grabbed an unmarked medicine bottle from a desk drawer and looked at the contents inside. 5 pills of OxyContin lay inside. Just in case. She put her head down on the desk and twirled the bottle in her hand - contemplating.
“Okay, I seriously wouldn’t do it if I were you.” came the voice from before.
Katie’s head snapped up when she jumped and she dropped the bottle and it clanked onto the desk with a thunk. She wheeled her chair around and there on the bed was the source of the voice.
He was staring at the ceiling and didn’t even bother turning his head to meet her face. He knew what she looked like, and he knew she knew who he was.
“W-w-who are you?” she stuttered.
“You know who I am.” he said and this time did turn his head to meet her stare.
She did but she couldn’t believe it. Her eyes were telling her that Kurt Cobain lay on her bed. He was the spitting image of the pictures of him that were on her wall and yet her brain couldn’t believe it. There was just no way that the Kurt Cobain could be laying on her bed. The man’s been dead for 15 years!
“But you can’t be!” she protested.
“And why not?” he asked.
“Because you’re…you’re supposed to be…aren‘t you…” she spluttered.
“Dead?” He finished.
“Yeah!” Katie almost yelled.
“Well I still am you know. I didn’t come back to life or anything crazy like that.” He told her.
“Then how the hell are you here?!” Katie yelled now beyond flustered.
“I’m your guardian angel.” he stated.