My Angel

Hey thanks for choosing my story. this would be the first of may parts, if I continue it. It would be great to get some feed back on if this sounds like it would be a good story or not. I don't want to waste my time on a crappy piece, so let me know what you think. Thanks and enjoy -F. Allen Angel.




Preface
    Don't ever let someone tell you love is happy. It may sound great, but your first real taste of it is torture. I wish someone had told me that before I got my self so involved in it. I would blame Adam, but even if I claimed he was my target of hatred, I would be lying. He didn't do anything wrong. This isn't his fault. It's all mine.
    These were the thoughts running through my head as I sat in the cemetary. The grave in front of me was labled with the most beautiful name. I never thought I would see that name on a head stone; it's made of solid white marble with veins of grey running through it. The rain water streams down it and falls into the carvings. It looks almost as though tears are filling up the words maked on stone.
    I shut my eyes and tilt my head upward, feeling the rain on my skin. Maybe I could stay here forever, in this cemetary, never moving. Maybe it would rain forever.
    I hear light foot steps on the muddy grass and then a low, harsh voice. "A life for a life," she whispers.