I am the angst incarnate. I bring pain and suffering to everyone. I never deserved to live. But I am alive. My mother hates me, my father left me, and my brother is never here. So what is there for me?

My heart is black as coal. My skin as white as snow. The world is cold and I burn on the inside. Why must the world hate me? Why must I bring pain and injustice? I was not meant for this world. I belong in my own little world. But my world is hell. This is heaven. So what am I? Am I to be an angel, or should I embrace the demon?

Whatever I decide this world will know. I’m too important to die, but I am too soulless to live. With hair astray and nails blackened with fire I stand upon the precipice of hell. I take the plunge and fall. There’s no one left to save me. I choose to make them suffer. With limbs crippled and fangs sharp I climb back up that cliff. I bring the foul stench of hell to earth. These people will suffer for what they’ve done to me.

I am pain incarnate and the world shall feel it. But that is only a fantasy. I lay dying on the ocean floor. Nothing but cold water surrounds me. Water fills me. The fire is quenched and I know what I’ve done. I try to break the surface but I’ve gone too long. It’s too far and I’m too weak. As I struggle back to life I think of all those I hurt. All they wanted was to help me. But I turned them away and brought them down.

Now, I’m suffering for what I’ve done. I accept my fate and die slowly on that cold ocean floor never to be found for years. And when my body breaks the surface I have changed.

The demon is gone, the angel has come. My heart is warm and kind, skin white and glowing. My hair perfect and clothes white. It’s as if I never died and I could stand up and live again. But I’m gone from this world in that form.

I’m an angel sent to protect those like me from the same fate. I guide and protect. No one shall ever regret. I am an angel of God. I will save this world. The pain I’ve inflicted is healed and replaced. My life is gone but I live on. So pray now for those who need help. I can’t find them on my own. I am Rachel, guardian of those lost and forgotten.