Who: Anna and OTA When: Saturday morning Where: a hospital room
She was an angel. At least, she used to be. Then she started to question. Something angels aren't meant to do. Serve, worship, obey. Those were their edicts. Nothing was as bad as an angel gone rogue. The war had proven that. Lucifer's fall. She had fallen, not the same of course. Loosing her grace she'd been born. A human, a child. She'd had life. Until it all had been too much. Put into a hospital unable to understand the voices she heard. She had no memory that she had been an angel. That she was hearing her brothers and sisters. Finding out, she got her grace back, but her mind was still her own. Her experiences, her emotions, and she questioned more, not less. So now she was hiding.
Doing what she could to help humans, to change things, and always knowing that she belonged nowhere anymore. No longer human, no longer part of the blessed. She had somehow made herself more of an outsider than she had ever been. It was an existence she had chosen for herself though, so she lived it. With the knowledge that at least this, she had control over. Her own existence, her own choices. That's how it had seemed. Until she woke.
In a bed, in a hospital. Her mind reeled, and she laid there, wondering. Had she somehow been found? Made a prisoner of her own mind? They had the power to do that. Or, they might have just moved time, and she was back to human. Suddenly panic settled in and she shot up in the bed. Maybe, maybe it was a dream. All of it had been a dream. She wasn't an angel, never had been. She was just some sick young woman with no idea why she heard voices. Gone crazy. Schizophrenic, no cure, stuck living in a hospital, staring at white walls for the rest of her life. It would have been an impossible dream to be an angel, get her grace back. Even if she was living on the run, fighting a secret war, that was still preferable to this. She slipped from the bed and went to the window, bars on the windows. Her hands curled around them and she lowered her forehead to them. It was just a dream, she wasn't special, she was insane.