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LJ Idol X - Week [22] - Talking Through
“Hello there!”
“Hello.”
“And who might you be?”
“My name is Angela.”
“Angela. Is that it?”
“My mom taught me not to give out too much information, especially to adults I don’t know and in threatening situations.”
“I see. Do you feel like you’re being threatened in some way?”
“Actually… um… no.”
“That’s good then.”
“So wait. Who are you?”
“Don’t freak out when I tell you this. But I am an angel.”
“My mom named me Angela because she said when she saw me, I looked like an angel.”
“That’s a lovely thought, Angela. Thank you for sharing that with me.”
“But, I don’t look anything like you.”
“Yes, well, your mother had never actually seen an angel at that time.”
“And, I’m not a guy.”
“No, but you see, angels aren’t actually gender specific because, obviously, we don’t reproduce.”
“Well, you *look* like a guy.”
“We’ve found that humans tend to respond more readily to authoritarian figures who fall into the spectrum of male. If you find this thought sexist, I apologize.”
“So, you’re actually an angel?”
“Don't make me repeat it, Angela!”
“Oh. So, what’s your name?”
“Peyton.”
“Like Peyton Meyer, the guy who starred as Lucas from ‘Girl Meets World’ on Disney Channel. I cried when I heard that show got canceled.”
“Or like Peyton List, the girl who stars as Emma on ‘Bunk’d,’ also on Disney Channel!”
“I never liked that series.”
“Tell me how old you are?”
“Thirteen.”
And how do you currently feel, Angela?”
“I don’t feel… bad. I don’t feel anything.”
“Would you characterize the feeling you have as… numb?”
“I guess so, I mean, I don’t know.”
“You aren’t feeling too cold or too warm?”
“Not that I’m aware. And I’d have to say that normally I would be completely bored if I wasn’t watching something and texting or tweeting about it. Somehow, sitting here and talking to you, it’s strangely okay.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Angela.”
“So, are you like MY Guardian Angel?”
“Me? No. That isn’t my role at all.”
“Oh. Kay. So, why are you bothering with me?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you talking to me, if you aren’t my Guardian Angel?”
“Guardian Angels never speak to their charges. It would only complicate matters in ways that would likely create many more problems than it would resolve.”
“Yes. We established that you aren’t my Guardian Angel. So why ARE you talking to me?”
“Let’s come back to that question a little bit later, Angela.”
“Are you trying to hide something from me?”
“Hide? No. I can’t hide anything from anyone. But the mind needs time to understand and process, so we have to take things slowly.”
“Oh and where are we, anyway? This definitely isn’t my room, and it’s not any place I recognize.”
“Would seeing things that you would recognize be good for you, Angela?”
“Yes. I guess it would, Pey-ton.”
“Don’t be mean, An-gel-a. I’m here to help.”
“This looks like the main lobby of my Junior High School.”
“Yes!”
“How dull. How about this.”
“Alright. Times Square. Certainly not the first time I’ve been here.”
“It's weird that the whole place is empty.”
“That’s because it’s just the location, not the people in it.”
“It seems kind of sad with no one here.”
“Sad? Well, we don’t want that. What if we changed it to the porch and lawn part of your backyard?”
“Fine, I guess.”
“There. That’s more like it.”
“So, is this later, now?”
“Later?”
“So I can find out why you’re bothering with me when you have a whole universe to take care of, I mean there’s probably someone in trouble you could be helping.”
“Oh. That.”
“Or granting someone’s wish! Or, I mean answering their prayer?”
“That’s not exactly how…”
“‘You seem to enjoy being cryptic.’ That’s a quote from my therapist. But it also applies to you.”
“I don’t mean to be cryptic, Angela.”
“I just realized, I’m being a terrible host. Would you like something? A snack?”
“Angels don’t eat in the same way as humans do.”
“I see. I was going to get a glass of iced tea but I’m suddenly not thirsty at all.”
“I understand, Angela.”
“So, there’s more to this backyard than just the porch. Off to the right is about a hundred acres of woodlands. Now that I’m thinking of it, you can suddenly see it over there! Sometime deer come out and sit on the grass. We even saw a trespasser bear one time.”
“That must be fun to have happen!”
“It gets pretty old. Especially when the deer start to eat flowers my Mom planted. She throws a fit. And my dad had to scare the bear with a cherry bomb. Out there, is Dad's little driving range and mini golf set of putting greens. Oh, here’s my dad, now!”
“Angela, there’s something I should tell you…”
“Why is he running in slow motion? And there’s Mom running in slow motion behind him. Even for a dream, this is weird. Is this a dream?”
“Angela I’d like you to listen carefully to me.”
“There’s one other thing in our backyard that makes us the envy of the block. Our Olympic sized swimming pool!”
“Yes. About the pool…”
“Take a look! Isn’t it great? We had it installed during the Rio games last year and I only got to start using the diving board this year! Hey. There’s somebody swimming there, without me!”
“Angela, please listen to me.”
“Angela, do you see that person in the pool, the one your parents are slowly running towards?”
“Of course, I do. I was the one to say someone was in the pool.”
“That someone is you.”
“No, it’s not. I’m here, talking with you.”
“Yes. You’re talking with me. Peyton the Angel.”
“But if that’s me, how could…”
“Did you notice the expressions on your parents’ faces? If not, don’t look.”
“Are you saying that I’m…”
“Here’s the thing. You are at a crossroads, Angela.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“You have a choice! Not everyone gets this sort of choice, especially so young.”
“What are the choices?”
“You can either rejoin your family back here or you can come with me to a new existence!”
“So, what are the catches?”
“Catches? Do you believe I’m out to trick you into some sort of steal your soul bargain? Our side never pulls that kind of guff.”
“I didn’t mean to imply you were trying to trick me, just that usually there’s some elements that come attached to any decision that might make someone consider that choice more carefully.”
“I get it. You’re a highly intelligent being.”
“Am I going to be brain dead or impaired if I stay?”
“No, you should make a full recovery.”
“And what is this ‘new existence’?”
“I can’t tell you anything about it, just that it’s very different from this place.”
“Well, how am I supposed to decide which way to go?”
“I will say this. There is incredible beauty and overwhelming joy if you come with me.”
“But my Mom and Dad will be sad for the rest of their lives if I chose that.”
“It’s not like you’re going to see them. I mean, take inventory. How are you feeling now?”
“I’m okay.”
“So, you’d be okay with leaving them behind.”
“But THEY wouldn’t be okay. They’d be sad, or feeling guilty that I drowned in a pool that they wanted to help make me happy.”
“What if I told you they wouldn’t.”
“They wouldn’t?”
“That they wouldn’t be sad or guilty about this.”
“I wouldn’t believe you.”
“Have I lied to you before?”
“I have no idea.”
“Do you think that angels lie?”
“I… I never thought about it, but if I had to guess it would be no.”
“Then, what seems to be the issue?”
“Maybe you aren’t an angel?”
“Not an angel! Not an angel! I don’t understand how you can say that.”
“You're playing games with me. You are offering me some other existence. You are saying my parents won’t care if I died.”
“I’m trying to help you, Angela, but you have to let me help you. You need to make the correct choice!”
“I thought you said this was my choice! Now, it’s starting to feel like you’re practically forcing me to go!”
“Just release. Fall away. Come with me! Please hurry!”
“I… whoa… blur…”
“Angela?”
“Blur, glub, club, lub… skaaz!”
“cough-cough-cough-hasp!”
“She’s breathing!”
“Thank you, God, she’s back. She’s back!”
“Honey, are you alright?”
“Ca-caa-ahea-ah.”
“I’ll get the car. Let’s get her to the clinic.”
“My beautiful angel. You’re okay! You’re okay.”
“M-Mom.”
“Yes, Angela?”
“I’m… sorry.”
//
This entry was written for LJ Idol using the prompt Turn Back or Forge Ahead.
“Hello.”
“And who might you be?”
“My name is Angela.”
“Angela. Is that it?”
“My mom taught me not to give out too much information, especially to adults I don’t know and in threatening situations.”
“I see. Do you feel like you’re being threatened in some way?”
“Actually… um… no.”
“That’s good then.”
“So wait. Who are you?”
“Don’t freak out when I tell you this. But I am an angel.”
“My mom named me Angela because she said when she saw me, I looked like an angel.”
“That’s a lovely thought, Angela. Thank you for sharing that with me.”
“But, I don’t look anything like you.”
“Yes, well, your mother had never actually seen an angel at that time.”
“And, I’m not a guy.”
“No, but you see, angels aren’t actually gender specific because, obviously, we don’t reproduce.”
“Well, you *look* like a guy.”
“We’ve found that humans tend to respond more readily to authoritarian figures who fall into the spectrum of male. If you find this thought sexist, I apologize.”
“So, you’re actually an angel?”
“Don't make me repeat it, Angela!”
“Oh. So, what’s your name?”
“Peyton.”
“Like Peyton Meyer, the guy who starred as Lucas from ‘Girl Meets World’ on Disney Channel. I cried when I heard that show got canceled.”
“Or like Peyton List, the girl who stars as Emma on ‘Bunk’d,’ also on Disney Channel!”
“I never liked that series.”
“Tell me how old you are?”
“Thirteen.”
And how do you currently feel, Angela?”
“I don’t feel… bad. I don’t feel anything.”
“Would you characterize the feeling you have as… numb?”
“I guess so, I mean, I don’t know.”
“You aren’t feeling too cold or too warm?”
“Not that I’m aware. And I’d have to say that normally I would be completely bored if I wasn’t watching something and texting or tweeting about it. Somehow, sitting here and talking to you, it’s strangely okay.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Angela.”
“So, are you like MY Guardian Angel?”
“Me? No. That isn’t my role at all.”
“Oh. Kay. So, why are you bothering with me?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you talking to me, if you aren’t my Guardian Angel?”
“Guardian Angels never speak to their charges. It would only complicate matters in ways that would likely create many more problems than it would resolve.”
“Yes. We established that you aren’t my Guardian Angel. So why ARE you talking to me?”
“Let’s come back to that question a little bit later, Angela.”
“Are you trying to hide something from me?”
“Hide? No. I can’t hide anything from anyone. But the mind needs time to understand and process, so we have to take things slowly.”
“Oh and where are we, anyway? This definitely isn’t my room, and it’s not any place I recognize.”
“Would seeing things that you would recognize be good for you, Angela?”
“Yes. I guess it would, Pey-ton.”
“Don’t be mean, An-gel-a. I’m here to help.”
“This looks like the main lobby of my Junior High School.”
“Yes!”
“How dull. How about this.”
“Alright. Times Square. Certainly not the first time I’ve been here.”
“It's weird that the whole place is empty.”
“That’s because it’s just the location, not the people in it.”
“It seems kind of sad with no one here.”
“Sad? Well, we don’t want that. What if we changed it to the porch and lawn part of your backyard?”
“Fine, I guess.”
“There. That’s more like it.”
“So, is this later, now?”
“Later?”
“So I can find out why you’re bothering with me when you have a whole universe to take care of, I mean there’s probably someone in trouble you could be helping.”
“Oh. That.”
“Or granting someone’s wish! Or, I mean answering their prayer?”
“That’s not exactly how…”
“‘You seem to enjoy being cryptic.’ That’s a quote from my therapist. But it also applies to you.”
“I don’t mean to be cryptic, Angela.”
“I just realized, I’m being a terrible host. Would you like something? A snack?”
“Angels don’t eat in the same way as humans do.”
“I see. I was going to get a glass of iced tea but I’m suddenly not thirsty at all.”
“I understand, Angela.”
“So, there’s more to this backyard than just the porch. Off to the right is about a hundred acres of woodlands. Now that I’m thinking of it, you can suddenly see it over there! Sometime deer come out and sit on the grass. We even saw a trespasser bear one time.”
“That must be fun to have happen!”
“It gets pretty old. Especially when the deer start to eat flowers my Mom planted. She throws a fit. And my dad had to scare the bear with a cherry bomb. Out there, is Dad's little driving range and mini golf set of putting greens. Oh, here’s my dad, now!”
“Angela, there’s something I should tell you…”
“Why is he running in slow motion? And there’s Mom running in slow motion behind him. Even for a dream, this is weird. Is this a dream?”
“Angela I’d like you to listen carefully to me.”
“There’s one other thing in our backyard that makes us the envy of the block. Our Olympic sized swimming pool!”
“Yes. About the pool…”
“Take a look! Isn’t it great? We had it installed during the Rio games last year and I only got to start using the diving board this year! Hey. There’s somebody swimming there, without me!”
“Angela, please listen to me.”
“Angela, do you see that person in the pool, the one your parents are slowly running towards?”
“Of course, I do. I was the one to say someone was in the pool.”
“That someone is you.”
“No, it’s not. I’m here, talking with you.”
“Yes. You’re talking with me. Peyton the Angel.”
“But if that’s me, how could…”
“Did you notice the expressions on your parents’ faces? If not, don’t look.”
“Are you saying that I’m…”
“Here’s the thing. You are at a crossroads, Angela.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“You have a choice! Not everyone gets this sort of choice, especially so young.”
“What are the choices?”
“You can either rejoin your family back here or you can come with me to a new existence!”
“So, what are the catches?”
“Catches? Do you believe I’m out to trick you into some sort of steal your soul bargain? Our side never pulls that kind of guff.”
“I didn’t mean to imply you were trying to trick me, just that usually there’s some elements that come attached to any decision that might make someone consider that choice more carefully.”
“I get it. You’re a highly intelligent being.”
“Am I going to be brain dead or impaired if I stay?”
“No, you should make a full recovery.”
“And what is this ‘new existence’?”
“I can’t tell you anything about it, just that it’s very different from this place.”
“Well, how am I supposed to decide which way to go?”
“I will say this. There is incredible beauty and overwhelming joy if you come with me.”
“But my Mom and Dad will be sad for the rest of their lives if I chose that.”
“It’s not like you’re going to see them. I mean, take inventory. How are you feeling now?”
“I’m okay.”
“So, you’d be okay with leaving them behind.”
“But THEY wouldn’t be okay. They’d be sad, or feeling guilty that I drowned in a pool that they wanted to help make me happy.”
“What if I told you they wouldn’t.”
“They wouldn’t?”
“That they wouldn’t be sad or guilty about this.”
“I wouldn’t believe you.”
“Have I lied to you before?”
“I have no idea.”
“Do you think that angels lie?”
“I… I never thought about it, but if I had to guess it would be no.”
“Then, what seems to be the issue?”
“Maybe you aren’t an angel?”
“Not an angel! Not an angel! I don’t understand how you can say that.”
“You're playing games with me. You are offering me some other existence. You are saying my parents won’t care if I died.”
“I’m trying to help you, Angela, but you have to let me help you. You need to make the correct choice!”
“I thought you said this was my choice! Now, it’s starting to feel like you’re practically forcing me to go!”
“Just release. Fall away. Come with me! Please hurry!”
“I… whoa… blur…”
“Angela?”
“Blur, glub, club, lub… skaaz!”
“cough-cough-cough-hasp!”
“She’s breathing!”
“Thank you, God, she’s back. She’s back!”
“Honey, are you alright?”
“Ca-caa-ahea-ah.”
“I’ll get the car. Let’s get her to the clinic.”
“My beautiful angel. You’re okay! You’re okay.”
“M-Mom.”
“Yes, Angela?”
“I’m… sorry.”
//
This entry was written for LJ Idol using the prompt Turn Back or Forge Ahead.