Alex's POV

While trying to drive home from school today, Laurance seemed angrier than usual. And when I asked him what was wrong, he threatened to kill me. That was when I forced him to stop the car and walked home. I can't drive, and Cadenza went to a friend's house leaving me with Laurance alone. It wouldn't have been so bad, but we weren't even a block away from the school when I realized that I wasn't ready to deal with his PMSing for dudes not even ten minutes after school ended.

By the time I had arrived home, Laurance had already left to go and buy a few things he wanted for his party tonight. He lost his house key, so I let him borrow mine. Well it wasn't so much of borrowing but him stealing it and me having to agree nonetheless unless I wanted hell on Earth. Of course this was earlier this morning where I wasn't thinking that I would be walking home only to not be able to get inside my own house.

The last time he did this was when Cadenza wasn't even in town, and Laurance was over at Katelyn's house. I had just walked home after being at the Ro'meave's house, and I had to climb up the tree next to my window in order to get in. I was lucky that my window was lucky, but I don't feel like climbing through broken glass to get into my house rather when I can call up Katelyn and ask her to open up my front door and get ready with me. Which may I add, is exactly what I just did. Until she arrives, it looks like I'm sitting my happy bum on my front door step and doing my homework.

And before anybody questions where our spare key is, Laurance lost that too after he had gotten too drunk one day and flushed it down the toilet with half a bottle of tequila and a pinch of glitter for a dare as he said he was trying to make some sort of power puff girl was he mixed it all up with a toilet plunger and flushed the toilet. Our key went down the drain with the color in my face when I saw it happen.

Katelyn's body blocks the sunlight from my paper, and I look up at her and smile. She tries to return the smile herself, but she looks as though she had just been crying, and her knuckles are bloody.

"Kate, what happened?" I stand up with panic. My math book is thrown to the side, scratched up now since it hit the pale pavement.

"Your brother's a dick," she replies, shaking her head slightly to show disappointment.

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I wrap up her knuckles and jokingly place a kiss on one of them. Cadenza does this for me when I hurt myself. And Vylad would-that doesn't matter now.

She looks down at me and stifles a laugh. Katelyn hates her laugh, and she always tries to hide it. That's until she's unable to make the laugh ago away and let's it out. She thinks it's ugly, but I find it dorky and adorable. Although, I love dorky and adorable things.

Katelyn's a good inch or two taller than me, so I find it hilarious when I force her to sit down so I can clean up her cuts. I hate blood and needles, so it's kind of a lose for me when I see it.

Katelyn wasn't joking when she said that Laurance was being a jerk, and I can see why she sees it that way. If I were Katelyn and Laurance put our relationship on a hold, he would've been lucky to have his two front teeth. Of course I wouldn't actually do that since I don't like seeing people in pain which other times makes me question as of why I'm corrupt when I don't do anything ever, but the world has a weird way of doing things. Sometimes I even forget that Katelyn is corrupted, like right now, but then I need to scold myself because she does do bad things and the good things only even out the playing ground. She has her wings tucked away, so in my mind she's just Katelyn.

Maybe if everybody would tuck away their wings and stand among other angel types, they'll learn that it doesn't matter what colored wings you possess and maybe that angels act the way they do because society forces them to. But of course a fourteen year old girl isn't going to change the world on her own. Especially when she has two discolored wings attached to her that can appear to be slightly tattered.

"You ready to get ready?" I ask her, placing my thoughts to the side as I glance towards my closet. I know that I'll be forced to interact in the party. I always am. I'm forced to do everything. Go on double dates with Levi. Go to any party with Laurance, Katelyn, and Levi. Sneak out of the house at night to come get Laurance. Whatever Laurance wants me to do or places go to with whoever, I'm there. I learned a while ago that if I don't, I'm just going to be punished until I actually go. Makeup can only cover so much.

Katelyn nods her head and covers my eyes with her hands. "Keep your eyes closed and trust me. I'll be picking out your outfit and be doing your makeup."

"K-Katelyn, you don't have to!"

"Nonsense, stop being dumb. This is what best friends are for!" Katelyn smiles, laughing as she strides over to her destination. I lean back and let my hands hold my body weight up as I looked up at the ceiling.

I don't have many friends. I don't think I really have any like people think I do. People know me, and they try to become my friend to befriend or get closer to Laurance. Or people hate me because of my wings and because of Laurance. The friends I had as a pure most likely hate him. I have Katelyn as a friend, and my sister. At this point, I want to believe that Laurance is my friend but I'm not too sure anymore. As for Levi, I don't know how to feel about him. He's fifty fifty to me.

People judge me before they get to know me.

Katelyn walks towards my bed and lays the clothes down next to me. Nothing too skimpy that I feel self conscious in but also cute and suitable for a party. I thank her and walk to my mirror that is boarded with hung little polaroids on mini paperclips. Each picture contains an amazing memory with people I care about. A few contained Vylad, Laurance, daddy, or Cadenza. Then some have been taken down and replaced with Katelyn and even Levi.

In the reflection of my mirror there's a picture of Vylad and I in a frame among other pictures sitting on my desk. Katelyn sees this and sighs. "When will you get rid of this? Old memories are only going to hurt you."

"Once I can accept the fact that things are different now," I tell her. I can't bring myself to flipping it over or even putting it away. By doing that, I'm getting rid of Vylad and the hope of myself actually becoming pure once. Besides, it's only one of the many things I'd have to get rid of in order to forget him, and it's just not worth it if I'd only have to burn and forget them.

Who knows, maybe Vylad is having as hard as a time as I am. Except. . . it looks like he's already replaced me with that Y/N girl.

I hope she realizes just how amazing he really is.