• Angel slipped away from the chaos below her into her room- her private quarters. She tiptoed over to her bed and lifted the top right corner of her matress and pulled out her journel. She wrote about all that was happening in her life. Her parents' divorce, then her crazy drunken father murdering her mother while she was sleeping with Angel in Angel's bed one night. Her older brother dealing drugs to keep himself, Angel and their infant sister alive in all the chaos. Right now, her 18 year old brother, Zues, was arguing with their grand parents about what to do with Angel and their sister. Zues kept saying that he was responsible enough to take care of them- he pays the bills and is able to feed everyone. The grand parents are arguing that dealing drugs is not a job and that one day he will get caught and leave Angel alone with their sister with no one to help her. Zues promises he will get a job as Angel scribbles in her journel. After the entry, she gets up and places the diary back in its' normal spot under the matress. She moves to the closet and lifts up a crooked floorboard. Angel removes a small wooden box and puts the board back in place. She slowly lifts the lid off the box as cautiously as if picking up a new born child. Angel lifts a cloth of the top of the box, raises to her feet and tiptoes back to her door. She slowly locks the door and walks back to the box laying now, at the foot of her bed. Again, she lifts the cloth off the top as she picks the box up off the floor. She walked to her dresser and pulled out the knife. the box dropped to the counter and she held the knife to her arm, and then hesitated. She laid the knife down, and removed her year-old levi's. she picked up the weapon and pointed the blade to the fleshy part of the inside of her thigh. Glancing back at the door, Angel raised the blade of the knife up above her head, facing the window. It was storming now, and a bolt of lightning flashed and made the knife glimmer. Angel lowered it to her leg and cut it into her flesh. Thunder cracked as the blade went down furhter, further into her leg. The blood oozed out onto the floor, and Angel felt better, the pain in her mind now gone, replaced with a new pain. She grimaced as she pulled the blade from her leg. She licked the blade clean, and laid it on the dresser. She then bent her head over her bleding thigh and licked the oozing red liquid.her lips touched the blazing hot liquid and she sucked the familiar taste down into her throat. She put the cloth, now soaked with red, over the cut and put her jeans back on. Angel knelt to the floor and licked her own blood, like a kitten sipping milk from a laydle. She slurped and gurgled till there was nothing left but floor. She hungered for more as she placed the knife back in its' box and placed it in the floor. "No." she thought. "I can't have more now. Kill slowly, Angel. Rapidly isn't as painful."