With Every Sacrifice, Comes A New Beginning.
I was lost in her presence and lost for words. It’s almost like she read my mind that I was about to say something—or at least trying to. So she made sure she spoke first. “Thirteen.” Her voice was striking but slightly muffled behind the mask. I stared in confusion, trying to decipher what prompted her to randomly say that number. “You were going to ask who I am. My name is Thirteen.” I had never been more intrigued by anything ever in my life. It’s almost as if she didn’t want me to speak. She wanted to completely be in control of the conversation. “These colors you see around you are an intensity, a temperature, a clash, a harmony,” she said.
So deep in her trance, I failed to realize the setting around me had completely changed. We were no longer in the room I entered to snoop. We were in a beige-colored room. Not just any beige—the type of beige that you can physically feel around you. The type of beige that forces you to self-reflect. But how? How could I possibly find the time and space to think about anything other than this entity standing in front of me? I took a second to absorb the room around me, but the magnetic field revolving around us was too strong; my attention was instantly shifted back on her. A sound then came about—heels pounding the ground, slowly echoing away into the distance.
“Though this room is here for you whenever you need it—” she allows the heel sound to cut her off mid-sentence. Remember, she’s standing completely still in front of me. “Where is this sound coming from?” I ask myself. “Only use it when it asks.” she finishes her sentence. It’s almost as if I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t speak. She then slowly turns around and blankly catwalks away. As she fades into thin air, the room began to fade with her.
My legs started to quiver, causing me to fall to my knees. I took one long blink and then looked up. It was all gone. I was right back in my cousin’s room. A feeling of intense confusion dawned over me.
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The date is September 21, 2024. It’s been a while since I’ve seen an angel. I’ve seen a number of angels throughout my lifetime, and every single time was nothing like the other. They’ve come to me during times of great sadness, the highest of highs, and everything in between. Today, they came in a flock. I take that back; a ‘flock’ is an undeserving understatement. They came in a number too great for the human eye to count. Their ambience was one that a terrestrial being could only dream of. But before I go any further, I want to rewind to the times they’ve come to me in the past.
The first time an angel came to me was July 12, 2009. I was 6 years old and still very much wet behind the ears. My parents took the family out to Buffalo to visit our cousins. At 6, my curiosity was at an all-time high. Not only did I think I knew everything, but I wanted to know more. On that night, I decided to go snooping in my older cousin’s room.
I opened the door, and there she was. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. I was scared and curious as to how this person got here. She was tall, about six feet. Her stance demanded attention. But what stood out to me the most was what she was wearing. Unlike the other times I’ve seen angels that were to come, this one came in a mask. The mask was all black and skin-tight. Covering her upper body was a galaxy purplish-white blazer. There was nothing under the blazer; it sat comfortably on top of her bronze-colored skin. The shoulders of the blazer slightly stuck out, and every hem and stitch was elegantly calculated. The blazer was carefully tailored to hug her tall, petite frame, stopping right below her crotch area. After being visually reeled in by her upper half, I took a second to get a head-to-toe look. The skin color of her legs glistened going down until they were pleasantly interrupted by black, ankle-high heel boots with a split where the toes were.