Angels and Demons.

Shane walked into the classroom. “Good morning, young lady, this is the way you’re going to start the 7^th grade?” The snobby teacher asks, looking down to Shane. “Yes, ma’am.” Shane replies with a shit eating grin. “Take your seat here! In the front!” The woman orders, and Shane follows orders, she won’t be coming back for a couple of weeks anyway.

Shane sits down and takes in her surrounding classmates. The girl next to her, a curvy Latina, smiles at her. “Hi, I’m Carmen.” “Hi, I’m Shane.” Shane extends her hand, making Carmen giggle, though she accepts the hand.

This was the beginning, the beginning of them, the beginning of a fate. For the next few weeks, Shane and Carmen were learning to be friends, and friends they did become. Carmen brought Shane into her home, into her life, into her sanctuary, but most of all, into her heart. Carmen told Shane about her entire life, how she misses her father, that she’s gay, that she feels alone even though she’s surrounded by a loving family and how she looks up into the sky wondering if she has a soul mate. She trusts Shane, she believes in Shane, and she found herself in love with Shane.

Shane, trusted Carmen enough to tell her about her damn life. How, she has been through hell. She’s been beaten, raped, molested, but worst of all, she was left alone. She let Carmen see, the real her. The scars from the beatings she had, the scars she gave herself, trying to feel something. She remembers Carmen, holding her, asking her if it hurt. And Shane responded honestly, “no, nothing hurts when I’m in your arms.”Beyond the smooth exterior, how she felt. How she saw herself of a demon, meant to only be there for pain or suffering of others, and she let herself believe Carmen’s words, that she wasn’t, because to Carmen, Shane was her salvation. And to Shane, Carmen was her angel, her forbidden angel.

They let each other into their separate worlds, only to find, that they both lived in the same. For both of them, felt alone and sad, when the other wasn’t there holding their hand.

They spent their time like this, gladly friends, neither of them revealing their love for one another in words, though all their friends said that they were meant to be, they brushed it off, not thinking that the other would want them. So they spend their time together, wanting that one true thing from one another, never realizing that they had it. They always had it.