Chapter 5
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Zero_dawn was a famous blogger. I don't know when I came across her blogs, probably an year ago, but I was glad I did. Her stuff was awesome and fun. From the tips on how to make delicious food to the most bizarre news in the world, her blogs had almost everything. Her articles could make you cry, laugh and inspire you.
The best part about her blog was that that she had a separate column for helping people suffering with depression, bullying and molestation. She devoted a lot of her time towards helping those people because she had suffered bullying too in her early days.
It's easy to raise voice online than in reality because no one knows you personally. There's less shame and more comfort. That girl knew this fact and used her blog to give them a voice. I used to admire her for all her hard work.
When I opened my laptop again to do some random scrolling, I saw she had posted a new video entitled MONSTER about three hours ago. That video had two million views already! I thought that video must be really cool.
The video started with a lot of shaking. I couldn't see anything properly. Apparently, the person recording it had trouble holding the phone and his or her hands were shaking badly. I was wondering what could be that frightening when the video stabilized and it showed the the sky. That person zoomed and I could see bright white spots coming out of clouds like droplets of rain. In an instant I realized those were the angels falling from sky.
Just then the person turned to right and I could see one black spot coming down. That black spot was large enough that one can identify it as a human like figure.
"That's a monster, a monster." a girl holding the camera screamed. That girl was zero_dawn. I knew it was dawn because I had heard her before. Her voice was full of fright.
Just a few seconds later, that black spot stopped free fall and instead started flying to the right. That person clad in black was moving farther and farther away. That black spot was none other than the angel that fell in my backyard. Though the spot wasn't clear, I could guess it's identity because I didn't see any other black winged angel beside him.
Dawn tried to keep that black angel in the frame but she couldn't do it after a few moments because of a building right in front of her. She then opened the door to the apartment and ran upstairs. Nothing was much clear till she reached the terrace and looked around. There was no trace of any spot by the time she reached higher ground. And that was when the video ended.
I don't know why but I felt really annoyed. The words of dawn were repeating themselves in my ears. The way she referred to that black winged angel as monster made me so angry. That heartfelt feeling was same as if someone insulted my best friend or my family. No, the feeling was even more intense.
I didn't know why I was feeling like that. I didn't know what kind of relation I have with him. I just saw him a few hours ago. But I could still feel him play a melodious song with those unreachable strings inside my heart. He felt so familiar to me.
I vowed I'd never would visit her blog again. That moment I had full intention of keeping my word to my grave.
It was funny how quick the admiration I had developed for zero dawn over the months vanished. In just few moments, I started to dislike that person just because she called an unknown entity as monster.
I know she didn't do it on purpose. She was frightened when she witnessed that sight. I know right, I was frightened too. Even I thought for once that he might be a devil. But she just said it out loud. How can that adorable guy be a monster.
I thought of browsing the other videos to keep my mind off the stuff. If I didn't, I'd end up thinking of more bad things.
But I was surprised to know that all the trending videos were of angels falling. I scrolled, I jumped around on different sites but all I saw was angels falling. It didn't take me long to realize that this phenomenon had taken place all over the world. The mountains, sea, forest, desert, the twinkling night, cities, grasslands in the videos told me the angels were everywhere.
I searched some more and found out that not a a single angel had black wings. No one had one wing either.
Aside from the video by dawn there were two other videos but they only shown a very little black dot, as little as a star, with no other information. The funniest thing was that the black winged angel was regarded as monster in both.
I reluctantly read the comments. Other people had gone crazy too.
One said that the black winged angel was the cause of this mystical phenomenon.
Other said that an angel instigated uprising in the heaven and thus the God cast away that angel along with the rebels.
While some others said that black winged looked cool.
There were tons of such stories and I knew I couldn't believe any of that stuff.
My eyes moved away from my laptop to look at the black winged angel. He was unconscious even after three hours. I closed the blinds of window so that light doesn't disturbs his sleep. As I saw him sleeping peacefully, I couldn't help but wondered what it means to be a monster.
He was unlike others as he wore black clothes and he just had one black wing. Did that made him a monster? I agree I hadn't seen him do any good. But I didn't see him do anything bad either. So what if there is a slight possiblity that he really is some sort of bad guy, those people calling him a monster didn't know that. Then just how can they pass their judgement without knowing anything.
I guess people are like that. The beauty and the beast is just another story. It doesn't matters to them how the heart looks. Everyone just judges on the basis of appearance no matter what they say. It won't matter to them how many good deeds one does if that one is an outcast. They'll always despise the outcast for the differences instead of accepting their uniqueness. Beasts are abhorred, beauty is praised. And that's the ugly truth.
I looked towards him again. His skin looked golden-like under the illumination of the lamp. I started tracing the boundary of his face with an imaginary line, taking in all the perfect curves. I started from his forehead, climbing the straight slant of his nose and then finally falling sharply near the two blood red lips. His crimson lips were stretched wider than before. It was like he was having a beautiful dream.
It might sound ridiculous but I started thinking of him as the sleeping beauty and myself as the Prince charming. I couldn't help but wonder if I should give him a kiss...
I snapped out of my thoughts. What the heck was happening with me? So many years of my life have passed and I never thought of even hugging a guy let alone kiss. But that stranger on my bed, was making me think of kissing him. I didn't even know his name.
I went out of the room so that I don't do anything stupid. He was pulling me so close and making me feel like he was that missing part of my life. His presence made me feel complete. I wondered if he was the angel of lust and he was secretly poisoning me with an aphrodisiac. There is a little possibility in everything. He was dangerous.
It was five in the evening when I went to his room to check on him again. The room was almost perfectly warm but he was sweating. I put my hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He had high fever, a very high graded fever at that.
I wondered what I should do. It wasn't like I could just take him to the hospital. What if they realize he wasn't a human. They would surely take him away, treat him like a lab rat and perform tests in the name of knowledge and even dissect him. Those thoughts scared me. I had read enough of such fictional stuff. Though this might be just fiction but who knows. I only know about myself and he was far safer in my hands. Being treated like an animal would be such a cruel fate for this pretty angel.
I checked his temperature was 106F. I gave him medicine, placed a wet cloth over his forehead and turned on the AC. I hoped that is would be enough. That angel must be suffering a lot but that faint smile on his face was never lost. The medicine didn't show any effect but at 11 pm his fever was down to 105F. I was happy that it was at least down, even if it was down by a degree. I didn't leave his side all that time. His unconsciousness was making me restless.
Even though I wanted to look out for him entire night, my body was not helping and there was nothing else I could do. I started feeling tired and sleepy. I brought my blanket from my room and changed the wet cloth on his forehead one last time.
"Good night Mister." I wished him when I laid down on the couch even though I knew he won't be able to reply to me.
I could almost swear, if I were not sleepy, that his smile got a little wider when he heard me. It was like he was silently wishing me good night in his own special way.
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Zero_dawn was a famous blogger. I don't know when I came across her blogs, probably an year ago, but I was glad I did. Her stuff was awesome and fun. From the tips on how to make delicious food to the most bizarre news in the world, her blogs had almost everything. Her articles could make you cry, laugh and inspire you.
The best part about her blog was that that she had a separate column for helping people suffering with depression, bullying and molestation. She devoted a lot of her time towards helping those people because she had suffered bullying too in her early days.
It's easy to raise voice online than in reality because no one knows you personally. There's less shame and more comfort. That girl knew this fact and used her blog to give them a voice. I used to admire her for all her hard work.
When I opened my laptop again to do some random scrolling, I saw she had posted a new video entitled MONSTER about three hours ago. That video had two million views already! I thought that video must be really cool.
The video started with a lot of shaking. I couldn't see anything properly. Apparently, the person recording it had trouble holding the phone and his or her hands were shaking badly. I was wondering what could be that frightening when the video stabilized and it showed the the sky. That person zoomed and I could see bright white spots coming out of clouds like droplets of rain. In an instant I realized those were the angels falling from sky.
Just then the person turned to right and I could see one black spot coming down. That black spot was large enough that one can identify it as a human like figure.
"That's a monster, a monster." a girl holding the camera screamed. That girl was zero_dawn. I knew it was dawn because I had heard her before. Her voice was full of fright.
Just a few seconds later, that black spot stopped free fall and instead started flying to the right. That person clad in black was moving farther and farther away. That black spot was none other than the angel that fell in my backyard. Though the spot wasn't clear, I could guess it's identity because I didn't see any other black winged angel beside him.
Dawn tried to keep that black angel in the frame but she couldn't do it after a few moments because of a building right in front of her. She then opened the door to the apartment and ran upstairs. Nothing was much clear till she reached the terrace and looked around. There was no trace of any spot by the time she reached higher ground. And that was when the video ended.
I don't know why but I felt really annoyed. The words of dawn were repeating themselves in my ears. The way she referred to that black winged angel as monster made me so angry. That heartfelt feeling was same as if someone insulted my best friend or my family. No, the feeling was even more intense.
I didn't know why I was feeling like that. I didn't know what kind of relation I have with him. I just saw him a few hours ago. But I could still feel him play a melodious song with those unreachable strings inside my heart. He felt so familiar to me.
I vowed I'd never would visit her blog again. That moment I had full intention of keeping my word to my grave.
It was funny how quick the admiration I had developed for zero dawn over the months vanished. In just few moments, I started to dislike that person just because she called an unknown entity as monster.
I know she didn't do it on purpose. She was frightened when she witnessed that sight. I know right, I was frightened too. Even I thought for once that he might be a devil. But she just said it out loud. How can that adorable guy be a monster.
I thought of browsing the other videos to keep my mind off the stuff. If I didn't, I'd end up thinking of more bad things.
But I was surprised to know that all the trending videos were of angels falling. I scrolled, I jumped around on different sites but all I saw was angels falling. It didn't take me long to realize that this phenomenon had taken place all over the world. The mountains, sea, forest, desert, the twinkling night, cities, grasslands in the videos told me the angels were everywhere.
I searched some more and found out that not a a single angel had black wings. No one had one wing either.
Aside from the video by dawn there were two other videos but they only shown a very little black dot, as little as a star, with no other information. The funniest thing was that the black winged angel was regarded as monster in both.
I reluctantly read the comments. Other people had gone crazy too.
One said that the black winged angel was the cause of this mystical phenomenon.
Other said that an angel instigated uprising in the heaven and thus the God cast away that angel along with the rebels.
While some others said that black winged looked cool.
There were tons of such stories and I knew I couldn't believe any of that stuff.
My eyes moved away from my laptop to look at the black winged angel. He was unconscious even after three hours. I closed the blinds of window so that light doesn't disturbs his sleep. As I saw him sleeping peacefully, I couldn't help but wondered what it means to be a monster.
He was unlike others as he wore black clothes and he just had one black wing. Did that made him a monster? I agree I hadn't seen him do any good. But I didn't see him do anything bad either. So what if there is a slight possiblity that he really is some sort of bad guy, those people calling him a monster didn't know that. Then just how can they pass their judgement without knowing anything.
I guess people are like that. The beauty and the beast is just another story. It doesn't matters to them how the heart looks. Everyone just judges on the basis of appearance no matter what they say. It won't matter to them how many good deeds one does if that one is an outcast. They'll always despise the outcast for the differences instead of accepting their uniqueness. Beasts are abhorred, beauty is praised. And that's the ugly truth.
I looked towards him again. His skin looked golden-like under the illumination of the lamp. I started tracing the boundary of his face with an imaginary line, taking in all the perfect curves. I started from his forehead, climbing the straight slant of his nose and then finally falling sharply near the two blood red lips. His crimson lips were stretched wider than before. It was like he was having a beautiful dream.
It might sound ridiculous but I started thinking of him as the sleeping beauty and myself as the Prince charming. I couldn't help but wonder if I should give him a kiss...
I snapped out of my thoughts. What the heck was happening with me? So many years of my life have passed and I never thought of even hugging a guy let alone kiss. But that stranger on my bed, was making me think of kissing him. I didn't even know his name.
I went out of the room so that I don't do anything stupid. He was pulling me so close and making me feel like he was that missing part of my life. His presence made me feel complete. I wondered if he was the angel of lust and he was secretly poisoning me with an aphrodisiac. There is a little possibility in everything. He was dangerous.
It was five in the evening when I went to his room to check on him again. The room was almost perfectly warm but he was sweating. I put my hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He had high fever, a very high graded fever at that.
I wondered what I should do. It wasn't like I could just take him to the hospital. What if they realize he wasn't a human. They would surely take him away, treat him like a lab rat and perform tests in the name of knowledge and even dissect him. Those thoughts scared me. I had read enough of such fictional stuff. Though this might be just fiction but who knows. I only know about myself and he was far safer in my hands. Being treated like an animal would be such a cruel fate for this pretty angel.
I checked his temperature was 106F. I gave him medicine, placed a wet cloth over his forehead and turned on the AC. I hoped that is would be enough. That angel must be suffering a lot but that faint smile on his face was never lost. The medicine didn't show any effect but at 11 pm his fever was down to 105F. I was happy that it was at least down, even if it was down by a degree. I didn't leave his side all that time. His unconsciousness was making me restless.
Even though I wanted to look out for him entire night, my body was not helping and there was nothing else I could do. I started feeling tired and sleepy. I brought my blanket from my room and changed the wet cloth on his forehead one last time.
"Good night Mister." I wished him when I laid down on the couch even though I knew he won't be able to reply to me.
I could almost swear, if I were not sleepy, that his smile got a little wider when he heard me. It was like he was silently wishing me good night in his own special way.
Zero_dawn was a famous blogger. I don't know when I came across her blogs, probably an year ago, but I was glad I did. Her stuff was awesome and fun. From the tips on how to make delicious food to the most bizarre news in the world, her blogs had almost everything. Her articles could make you cry, laugh and inspire you.The best part about her blog was that that she had a separate column for helping people suffering with depression, bullying and molestation. She devoted a lot of her time towards helping those people because she had suffered bullying too in her early days.It's easy to raise voice online than in reality because no one knows you personally. There's less shame and more comfort. That girl knew this fact and used her blog to give them a voice. I used to admire her for all her hard work.When I opened my laptop again to do some random scrolling, I saw she had posted a new video entitled MONSTER about three hours ago. That video had two million views already! I thought that video must be really cool.The video started with a lot of shaking. I couldn't see anything properly. Apparently, the person recording it had trouble holding the phone and his or her hands were shaking badly. I was wondering what could be that frightening when the video stabilized and it showed the the sky. That person zoomed and I could see bright white spots coming out of clouds like droplets of rain. In an instant I realized those were the angels falling from sky.Just then the person turned to right and I could see one black spot coming down. That black spot was large enough that one can identify it as a human like figure."That's a monster, a monster." a girl holding the camera screamed. That girl was zero_dawn. I knew it was dawn because I had heard her before. Her voice was full of fright.Just a few seconds later, that black spot stopped free fall and instead started flying to the right. That person clad in black was moving farther and farther away. That black spot was none other than the angel that fell in my backyard. Though the spot wasn't clear, I could guess it's identity because I didn't see any other black winged angel beside him.Dawn tried to keep that black angel in the frame but she couldn't do it after a few moments because of a building right in front of her. She then opened the door to the apartment and ran upstairs. Nothing was much clear till she reached the terrace and looked around. There was no trace of any spot by the time she reached higher ground. And that was when the video ended.I don't know why but I felt really annoyed. The words of dawn were repeating themselves in my ears. The way she referred to that black winged angel as monster made me so angry. That heartfelt feeling was same as if someone insulted my best friend or my family. No, the feeling was even more intense.I didn't know why I was feeling like that. I didn't know what kind of relation I have with him. I just saw him a few hours ago. But I could still feel him play a melodious song with those unreachable strings inside my heart. He felt so familiar to me.I vowed I'd never would visit her blog again. That moment I had full intention of keeping my word to my grave.It was funny how quick the admiration I had developed for zero dawn over the months vanished. In just few moments, I started to dislike that person just because she called an unknown entity as monster.I know she didn't do it on purpose. She was frightened when she witnessed that sight. I know right, I was frightened too. Even I thought for once that he might be a devil. But she just said it out loud. How can that adorable guy be a monster.I thought of browsing the other videos to keep my mind off the stuff. If I didn't, I'd end up thinking of more bad things.But I was surprised to know that all the trending videos were of angels falling. I scrolled, I jumped around on different sites but all I saw was angels falling. It didn't take me long to realize that this phenomenon had taken place all over the world. The mountains, sea, forest, desert, the twinkling night, cities, grasslands in the videos told me the angels were everywhere.I searched some more and found out that not a a single angel had black wings. No one had one wing either.Aside from the video by dawn there were two other videos but they only shown a very little black dot, as little as a star, with no other information. The funniest thing was that the black winged angel was regarded as monster in both.I reluctantly read the comments. Other people had gone crazy too.One said that the black winged angel was the cause of this mystical phenomenon.Other said that an angel instigated uprising in the heaven and thus the God cast away that angel along with the rebels.While some others said that black winged looked cool.There were tons of such stories and I knew I couldn't believe any of that stuff.My eyes moved away from my laptop to look at the black winged angel. He was unconscious even after three hours. I closed the blinds of window so that light doesn't disturbs his sleep. As I saw him sleeping peacefully, I couldn't help but wondered what it means to be a monster.He was unlike others as he wore black clothes and he just had one black wing. Did that made him a monster? I agree I hadn't seen him do any good. But I didn't see him do anything bad either. So what if there is a slight possiblity that he really is some sort of bad guy, those people calling him a monster didn't know that. Then just how can they pass their judgement without knowing anything.I guess people are like that. The beauty and the beast is just another story. It doesn't matters to them how the heart looks. Everyone just judges on the basis of appearance no matter what they say. It won't matter to them how many good deeds one does if that one is an outcast. They'll always despise the outcast for the differences instead of accepting their uniqueness. Beasts are abhorred, beauty is praised. And that's the ugly truth.I looked towards him again. His skin looked golden-like under the illumination of the lamp. I started tracing the boundary of his face with an imaginary line, taking in all the perfect curves. I started from his forehead, climbing the straight slant of his nose and then finally falling sharply near the two blood red lips. His crimson lips were stretched wider than before. It was like he was having a beautiful dream.It might sound ridiculous but I started thinking of him as the sleeping beauty and myself as the Prince charming. I couldn't help but wonder if I should give him a kiss...I snapped out of my thoughts. What the heck was happening with me? So many years of my life have passed and I never thought of even hugging a guy let alone kiss. But that stranger on my bed, was making me think of kissing him. I didn't even know his name.I went out of the room so that I don't do anything stupid. He was pulling me so close and making me feel like he was that missing part of my life. His presence made me feel complete. I wondered if he was the angel of lust and he was secretly poisoning me with an aphrodisiac. There is a little possibility in everything. He was dangerous.It was five in the evening when I went to his room to check on him again. The room was almost perfectly warm but he was sweating. I put my hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He had high fever, a very high graded fever at that.I wondered what I should do. It wasn't like I could just take him to the hospital. What if they realize he wasn't a human. They would surely take him away, treat him like a lab rat and perform tests in the name of knowledge and even dissect him. Those thoughts scared me. I had read enough of such fictional stuff. Though this might be just fiction but who knows. I only know about myself and he was far safer in my hands. Being treated like an animal would be such a cruel fate for this pretty angel.I checked his temperature was 106F. I gave him medicine, placed a wet cloth over his forehead and turned on the AC. I hoped that is would be enough. That angel must be suffering a lot but that faint smile on his face was never lost. The medicine didn't show any effect but at 11 pm his fever was down to 105F. I was happy that it was at least down, even if it was down by a degree. I didn't leave his side all that time. His unconsciousness was making me restless.Even though I wanted to look out for him entire night, my body was not helping and there was nothing else I could do. I started feeling tired and sleepy. I brought my blanket from my room and changed the wet cloth on his forehead one last time."Good night Mister." I wished him when I laid down on the couch even though I knew he won't be able to reply to me.I could almost swear, if I were not sleepy, that his smile got a little wider when he heard me. It was like he was silently wishing me good night in his own special way.
