If Life Goes On...

Full Summary - If life goes on, why did Mom end mine so early? Now I'm stuck up here with all these happy-go-lucky ignorants. Once I'm old enough I'll show her what she's missing. I just have to get away from Satan's daughter first. Somehow she's convinced we belong together. An angel and a demon, how does that work? Having eyes for a teenage human doesn't help things either.

Prologue

"Artie, what're you still doing up?"

I looked over to my bedroom window and gulped when I saw Mommy Mary standing in the doorway. She had a stern look on her otherwise angelic face. Her light chocolate brown hair fell into her face just right. She was honestly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"I'm sorry, Mommy Mary," I responded, folding my hands over the other. I was taught never to lie, to always tell the truth, no matter what circumstance. "I couldn't sleep. I've been writing."

"Writing what, Artie?" She asked as she walked over to me. It seemed like she floated, she was that graceful.

"Something for...my Mom," I responded as I held it up to her. I looked down at the table as she read over the letter I had written my Mom. She placed her feather light hands on my shoulders and let out a breath, which instantly calmed me.

"You should be asleep, Artie," she said as she literally pulled me out of the chair and scooped me up into her arms. I yawned and curled up near her. I could feel myself being lulled to sleep by her gentle rocking.

"Don't call me Artie," I mumbled sleepily as she put me in bed. It was all ready occupied by a little girl clutching a teddy bear. I always had to share my bed as I grew up, I didn't really care though. I loved the little kids, even though they didn't deserve to be here.

None of us did.

"But that's your name," Mary replied as she tucked me into the bed. "Artemis."

"Call me Aaron," I managed to get out in the middle of my yawn. "That's what Mom would've called me."

"Go to sleep, Artie," Mary said as she turned off the light. I watched her moving out the room in the moonlight. Her pearl white wings floated gracefully behind her as she glided out of the room. I made sure I had mine tucked so I wouldn't disturb the little girl next to me.

I pulled a piece of paper out from underneath my pillow and looked over the letter that I had written Mom a year ago. I write the same thing every year on this day.

My birthday.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

A/N: So what do you think so far? I got the idea for this story off of the copy and paste thing that I've seen in many profiles. Since it was the idea to my story I added it at the end for effect. Please, read and review. Constructive criticism is welcome.