Why? Why am I falling? What's happened to make me fall? What have I done wrong? What did I do to deserve this? What did I do that could possibly be so bad? What have I done?

What's going to happen to me now? Where will I go? I'll be swallowed up by the earth, won't I? I'll be banished into Hell.

The earth. It's so beautiful. And so dark. So wonderful and full of love. And so terrible and full of hate. So warm and so cold at the same time. A place of overwhelming sensations and emotions. I'll never be able to survive there. I'll die first. The rush of everyday life on the earth will kill me. But why? Why am I going there? Why am I not falling past the mortal world? Where are Hell's flames? Where is the Monarch of Darkness? Where is the purgatorial world? This is all wrong. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be here.

Utter blackness suddenly consumed the angel, enveloping her in a dark spiral. Her wings crumpled beneath her as she landed hard on the pavement, blood shooting from her throat. She felt numbness in her fingers, her arms, her neck, her face- it was as if all feeling to her body had been cut off.

I'm not supposed to be here.

The angel knew her punishment and realized something wasn't right. She wasn't where she was supposed to be. She'd fallen, but not far enough. The earth was not meant to be her final destination.

I'm not supposed to be here.

Pain suddenly filled the emptiness of the angel's numb extremities and she cried out. Tears fell from her eyes as the excruciating pain reached past its maximum capacity of conscious perception. She could feel blood seeping from her fingertips, her wrists, her shoulders, behind her ears. It was a pain that forced her mind to shut down. The angel's cries were silenced as the real world fell into place around her body. People gathered around to see. They didn't know they were looking at a fallen angel.