The Tragedy of the Sunegret Family - 2nd -

"Hey, ---- want to be my friend?"
The angel said, smiling at me.

Carrying a soot-stained, tattered stuffed dog
I sneak into my father"s study.
Always, when I"m having a hard time, I open an old book on mythology that I keep in his study.
I"m cold and wet from the rain. The bandages from my burns are a bit in the way...

I opened the book and found a picture of an "angel".
Two years ago...



"Get out of my sight, you devil. You are not my child. Oh! ...You give me the creeps..."
Mother looks down at me with cold eyes.
She throws a bouquet of flowers at my head, which I offered to give her.

I thought that if I gave her my mother"s favorite flowers, she would be a little nicer to me, or smile at me, or...or...something.
Mrs.Sunegret flipped off her dress and walked quickly away.

...I was a fool to have expected even the slightest thing.
The kind mother I once had will never come back.
She will never be kind to me again...
Tears welling up in my eyes, I stare at the anemone flower garden rustling in the wind.
I want to disappear, too.
How can I disappear?
I wonder if I should just drown myself in that fountain...

As I was thinking about that, I suddenly 
"What"s wrong?" I heard a strange voice.

Who is it...?

I hurriedly rubbed away my tears and looked up to see a veiled... what... angel with pure white wings...?
Could it be that she is taking me to heaven? Is that why I"m having these hallucinations...?
The angel took off her veil and smiled prettily.

"Your flowers are beautiful, aren"t they?"
"...?"

Oh, I had forgotten that I had been clutching the white flower all this time.
I thought she might want it, so I held it out to her.

"...You"re going to give it to me?
"..."

When she received the flower, she looked happy and her face broke into a smile.

"Thanks. You know, my name is Sierra!"
"Sierra?"
"Hey, do you want to be my friend?"
"Friend...? Aren"t you an angel?
"I"m not an angel"
"So, are your wings just for decoration?"
"No."
"No... you"re weird."

The angel came to this mansion to pray for blessings.

"But I"m not really an angel.
Because my adoptive father told me to do it."

...That"s what she says.

Come to think of it, I think she had bandages all over the place too.
She can"t call something that hurts painful either.
I wonder where that angel is now...

I want to see that angel again ----...

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