Angel
written by me


It was Monday morning, Angel and I were preparing ourselves for our big event. We, along with 98 others, were picked to audition for a minor yet important role in a new musical. We've dreamed of being famous singers since we were three years old. We were going to get this part. At least, we hoped.
Angel was in my room, going through my dresses, trying to find something to wear. She believed that we had to dress our very best in order to get the part and she complained that her dresses were never good enough.
I still remember how beautiful she was that day. She wore a light blue sun dress with little daisies on it, a cardigan to match and a pair of strappy black sandals. She tied her silky brown hair back in a little blue ribbon reminding me that it was her mother's when she was a little girl. It was the only part of her mother that she had because her mother died when she gave birth to Angel.
My father called us. Angel looked at me with her big blue eyes and I knew we had to hurry. So, we ran out of my room, out of the house and into the car.
It was a long way there but it seemed short. We passed some beautiful scenery. Angel demanded we stop the car so she could go pick daisies. And so we did. I loved that about Angel. She always had her way with men and it wasn't because she gave orders. All it took was one look in her eyes, and they would do anything for her. Angel wasn't always very cheery; her moods were very inconsistent. One minutes, she would be extremely happy, and the next, extremely sad.
We got to the audition at 1:30pm and waited in line for hours. Angel's mood seemed to have changed since earlier. she seemed withdrawn. I didn't acknowledge her mood until later.
At 6:30pm, the desk clerk announced that there would be no more try-outs that evening but there would be a party later on to congratulate all the people who made it and all the famous characters in the movie. I thought that Angel and I should go. Maybe it would cheer her up.
The party was going great. Angel and I had a little too much to drink but that was typical for us. Angel got up to dance with on of the guys at our table. I decided that I'd stay there. After the song was done, Angel didn't come back so I just figured that she was dancing to the next song too. So, I got up and danced with the guy next to me. But, as the night wore on, Angel was a no-show.
I looked everywhere for Angel but I couldn't find her. I was scared. Finally, a girl that I recognized from the audition, came to my table and told me that she saw Angel in the bathroom and she didn't look too good. Then, she handed me Angel's blue ribbon. "I think she might of lost this", she said with an impatient tone in her voice as I demanded to know more. She claimed to know nothing.
I ran to the bathroom without even thinking abotu anything else. I called Angel's name. No answer. I called her name again. Still, no answer. Finally, the stall door opened and there stood Angel with tears in her eyes.
I looked at her and it was as if she was in a dream. I could see the fear in here eyes. I asked her what was wrong and all she could say was:"Please, don't be mad at me, Krissy.". Then, she looked straight into my eyes and said: "I can't live like this...". "We've got to get you to a hospital, Angel.", I said to her pleadingly. "Krissy......it's too late, she said as an empty bottle of valium fell out of the cardigan pocket and onto the floor. Her blue eyes once so beautiful and so radiant turned to dark and cold eyes. Angel fell to the floor. I burst into tears. "CALL AN AMBULANCE!! CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!", I said as I realized that there was nothing that I could do. Angel was truly gone.
I remember the lonely drive home. Angel wasn't there to complain or laugh; to cry or smile. There was only the cold silence that I dreaded so much. I would give anything to hear her laugh again. I was scared that I would return home and miss her even more than I did at that moment. I couldnt' face the pain that was up ahead; it seemed to hard like too much to bear. Angel always said that the pain in our lives make us stronger, but it only seemed to make her weaker. I knew that, without Angel, nothing would ever be the same. I would never walk the same way to school; I would never raid her closet and she would never come over crying and complaining about one of her father's new girlfriends. This was what I dreaded.
When I walked in the door of my home, I ran to my room and immediately burst into tears. Then, the phone rang and I half expected it to be Angel, calling me to wish me a goodnight, but it wasn't. I took Angel's ribbon that I was still holding so tightly in my hand, since the girl from the audition handed it to me, and put in in my hair. I wiped the tears from my eyes and went to bed, hoping that I would wake up the next day and realize it was all a dream. Tomorrow, Angel and I would be going to the mall and buying those pants we wanted.
I never understood Angel and no matter how many times I replay her life in my head, I still don't, but it has never stopped me from remembering the good times we shared while Angel was my best friend and still alive.