KillMePleaseGod

 I've always had a guardian angel. No one has ever believed this to be anything more than a simple dream, but I've seen him. The first time I saw him was when I was eight years old and a man I did not know was pulling me towards someplace I did not want to go. I was crying and trying to pull away, trying to get back to my mother. Then in a blur of gold and white, my arm was freed and the creepy older man had disappeared. Even in the blur I swore I saw the large beautiful white wings of an angel. As much as I regaled this tale to my parents, they never believed me and I had simply gotten in trouble for wandering too far from my mother's side