WARNING. STORY CONTAINS RELIGIOUS SOUNDING THINGS AND IT IS ADVISED IF YOU ARE DEEP INTO THINGS LIKE THIS, YOU DO NOT READ. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. Also, points of view and time words change on PURPOSE. They may sound incorrect, BUT IT IS DONE FOR A PURPOSE. Happy reading. ----------------- Prologue. Her arm is outstretched over the tub, a bright green nail on the play button. She presses it, and the tape recorder clicks, signify it is ready to record. She pulls her arm back into the tub, and begins speaking as she messes with a stainless steel blade in her hands. "Hello, and I am Castiel Von Clark," she began, sighing. "and if you are listening to this worthless tape, it's September thirteenth, 2013. A Friday. And I'm about to commit suicide. And dear guest of mine, do not be afraid, or sad that I am gone. Because you certainly didn't give a shit I existed, let alone knew. Don't pretend you cared that I died, because no one actually does." She finished her words, snapping, and a small gushing noise was heard. A small slice on her waist, and she kept slicing up her side as she rambles audibly for the machine to catch the crimson escaping her body. "Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Castiel Von Clark, like I said. A Virgo that loves long walks on the beach. I enjoy healthy foods and all that jazz. I'm leaving this so it doesn't look like murder, and it's not like it'll appear like that anyways since I'm holding the blade. Am I correct? Of course I am." She went on, answering her own question. Blood trickled down her arms, down to the ivory tub bottom. Her bright blue eyes looked over at the recording machine, straining her arm to rest her finger on the stop button as she spoke her last words. "And for those who think that I am purely going to hell for my actions, I do hope to see you there." Castiel's words slipped out gracefully, and so did the blade across her neck. As soon as the blood leaked, she choked a bit, pressed the button. A week later and the police showed up due to complaints of the foul smell arising from her house. They stood in a self done crime scene, looking down at the corpse of a 23 year old woman who had enough. Her brown hair rested perfectly, and her eyes fixated onto the audio machine. ------- The first few chapters are only going to be boring because they're introduction chapters mmkay please I'm sorry it sucks
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1: Welcome to heaven. She opened her eyes, on her back, starting her awakening with a groan of frustration already. She struggles to push herself up off the hard surface she was rested on, feeling like almost a thousand years. She huffed, resting on her elbows, opening her eyes to blinding light. "Augh, Jesus.. I can't see.." "Yes Castiel. It's hard to get used to in the beginning, but soon it will have adjusted to you." She was startled to hear the voice of someone elderly, at the least. She would have jumped, but on her back it felt like a thousand weights pulling her down. "I have no clue who you are hon, but if you can, please dim the damn light down." She groaned, shutting her eyes as she pulled herself to legitimately sit up. She kept her eyes shut before opening them to a man in a suit. "Hello Castiel. Nice to see you." She managed to pull her head into the correct direction to see him. She tilted her head, looking at the smiling elderly looking man. "Who are you exactly?" She questioned, watching the man. He outstretched his hand down to her. He answered, watching her right back as she hesitantly took it. "I am simply Zacharie, an elder of here. Do you know where you are, Miss Von Clark?" He responded, smiling softly. She shook her head, pulling her eyebrows up in a look of concern. She parted her lips to speak, but he set his other hand on top of hers, whispering. "You're in heaven, my dear." She pulled her head back from leaning in, arching her eyebrows now into a look of genuine doubt. She looked down at her hands, a white color covering her fingernails. She reached up, and ran her fingers over where her scar would have been on her neck. "Excuse you?" She said, her voice getting slightly higher from the amount of surprise and discouragement that she actually went upstairs instead of down. "You're in heaven, Miss Von Clark." Zacharie answered again. She shook her head in disbelief, and squeaked as she spoke. "Oh no no, I did nothing to get up here. This is a mistake, a huge misunderstanding and I actually belong downstairs with the big guy in red." He shook his head, smiling a bit more. "You are the angel of Thursday, my dear. It was not a mistake. Simply meant to be." Her eyes widened, and she shook her head, looking at the white gown that fit her perfectly, which was beyond her. "I was born on a Thursday.." "And your life was taken on a Friday." "But it was my fault," she began. "I committed suicide, no one like, murdered me or anything." "Exactly. You're special, Castiel. You're the angel of the week that helps people stop doing what you did." She stepped back, folding her arms disapprovingly across her chest. "People that do that have reasons." "And some people have reasons that can be stopped." She shifted her weight, shifting from her left leg to her right. "So why am I here..?" Zacharie's smile turned into a grin, and he gestured over the white to a white door with a casual golden colored door handle. "Let's walk, and talk."
2: Spy of The Lord. They walked, Castiel lagging behind as he spoke to her. He remained a step ahead of her, talking non-stop. "You are going to be a spy of The Lord, Castiel. You are assigned to one human, and one only until your job is completed. We have rules still, even if this is heaven." "And what would those be?" She asked before he could speak, her arms folded over her chest. "Do not spread your wings to fly anywhere near light that could show shadows. Do you feel that massive, literal weight on your back Castiel?" She nodded, glancing back at the nothing there. "Those are your wings. They get you anywhere as soon as you think of the place you want to be. Anyways, next rule." He stepped up to the door, resting his hand on the rusting out handle. He opened it slowly, and continued with his book of rules. "Try, just please try, to not get infatuated with a human. You are going to be around forever, but their lives are ever so short. We make them kill themselves faster to see us, in the end." "Pffft. I'm pretty sure before I died I was extremely asexual, Mister." She replied, her hands on her hips. "Last rule, try and let things break. Don't try and catch everything or everyone if it or they falls." He rolled his eyes, opening the door and allowed her to walk through first. "Welcome to the house you'll be spying on and working in. This is the Bradley family household." They stood inside the pink bathroom, staring at themselves in the mirror next to each other. Castiel stood and inch or two shorter than him, internally guessing he was 5'11 or so. She was only 5'9. Her eye color changed from a bright electric blue to a pale, almost white, grey. "And who am I watching..?" She asked, dropping her arms at her sides. Zacharie took her hand again, turning a bit to a teenage girl in her bathtub. "Tatum Mckenzie Bradley, 15 years old. Dallas, Texas. She's up to the point where she will commit suicide as soon as she gets a better reason than–" "Where did you say we were?" "...Dallas, Texas. Why?" She shook her head, remembering she lived more than a thousand miles away. Seattle, Washington. "You're a long way from home, Dorthy." Castiel thought, rolling her eyes. "May I continue without interruption?" He asked, a sarcastic tone hinting through. She nodded in reply, and continued. "Like I said, she will take her knife across her wrists as soon as she gets a better reason than her best friend dying from it the same day you did. Except her friend had it planned, you just wanted to do it because it was Friday the thirteenth." "Ah.. So how am I supposed to watch her without getting caught that I'm from upstairs?" His grey eyes sparkled in the bathroom light, and watched her own fall on the girl, and felt her pulse increase through her wrist. "They're looking for house occupant that cleans, to stay in the room across from hers. You are going to stay there, and I think we're going to have to get you human-like clothes so it doesn't seem weird you're walking around in that dress constantly." He rambled on, beginning to mumble after he stated she was going to stay in the room across from her. Castiel kept staring at the girl, blinking. "–And to fill you in on the rest, it's basically December first, and it's still 2013. She's erm.. A homosexual, yes that's right. Try not to charm her. You're absolutely flawless now, Castiel. It's kind of hard to be normal that way." "If you knew me, you wouldn't have to say that." She responded, her pulse still as fast as it was moments ago. He took her hand, and guided her through the house, down to the front porch step. "Don't they notice doors opening?" She pipped up, quirking an eyebrow. "Angel doors, dear." He smiled, and gestured down at her. From a white gown she wore shorts stopping at her knees, and a white shirt. "Could this be a little more stereotype angel like?" She snorted, looking at the suitcase in her hands. It was a grey-ish color, with ironically, the word Angel printed on it. "Oh quiet, girl. Knock on the door, and say you'd like to fill in the room. I will only come guide you when you fall off track." "Erm.. Alright.." She nodded, trying to shut him up and go away. She blinked, and he was gone. She turned and faced the door step, leaning up and pressed the doorbell twice, standing up straight and tall. The door opened, and a woman, who looked about as all, or taller than the teenage girl answered. "Hello?" "I'd like to fill in the room for the job." Castiel replied, smiling. "Oh, of course! Come on in." She said, a big smile on her face. Castiel jumped as she heard a voice ring in her head, familiar sounding. It was Zacharie. As she stepped in, the voice rang clear as a bell through her mind. "Do not trust this woman, she's apart of our problem." -------------- ugh this probs sounds extremely cliché dONT kill me I promise it'll suck less by the fourth or fifth chapter