• I had a friend a long time ago. It was a stormy night and we were having a slumber party when the lights went out. When the storm ended my friend was miss. For days the cops searched and couldn't find her. One morning I woke up and their was an angel next to me. The angel looked very sad. I asked the angel this"Why so sad?" thats when I noticed the angels wings were ripped and tattered. I wondered how she got such an injury. The next thing I know my friend is next to me. My parents walk in and scream. I tried to tell them I was there but they acted as if they hadn't heard me. The angel smiled and I watched the cops search for me. I watched as they told my parents I wasn't found. I felt hatred towards the angel. Before I knew it her wings had healed. To this day I remember that aweful Black color. I now live with my friend in a graden of black roses with many other children that suffered the same fate. Who fell into the fallen angel's deadly trap. So the question remains are we dead or not?