Ablackwing

New_dawn was a famous blogger. I don't know how or when I stumbled upon her blog 'The Unheard Ones' but I was glad I did. It was her inspiring posts that helped me tide through the loss of my family, a little. That person was there for me during those tough times.

The best part about her blog was that she had a separate column for helping people suffering from depression, bullying and harassment. Dawn devoted a lot of her time towards helping those people. It was later I found that Dawn's friend took her own life because she was bullied. Dawn regretted not being able to help her friend and she didn't want others to go through the same pain.

It's easy to raise voice online than in reality because no one knows you personally. There's less shame and more comfort. Dawn realized this fact and used her blog to give them a voice. I used to admire her for all her hard work until today.

When I opened my laptop again to do some random scrolling, I saw Dawn had posted a new video entitled 'MONSTER' about three hours ago. That video had almost a million views already! I thought that the video must be really nice.

The video started with a lot of shaking. I couldn't see anything properly. Apparently, the person recording it had trouble holding the phone and his or her hands were shaking badly as if that person was frightened. I was wondering what could be that frightening when the recorder stabilized and it showed the sky. That video zoomed and I could see bright white spots flying out of holes in the sky. The spots were large enough to identify their human-like figure. In an instant, I realized those were the falling angels.

"Are these angels?" the girl holding the camera exclaimed. I knew it was Dawn because I had heard her before.

"Eh. What's that?"Just then Dawn turned to her right and I could see one black spot coming down.

"That's a monster, a monster," Dawn screamed in fright and focussed that black dot in the middle that was falling down.

Just a few seconds later, that black spot unfolded something like a parachute and started flying away. That angel clad in black moved farther and farther away. I was sure that the black spot was none other than the angel that fell in my backyard. Though the spot wasn't clear, I could guess it's identity because I didn't see any other black winged angel beside him.

Dawn tried to keep that black angel in the frame but she couldn't do it after a few moments because of a building right in front of her. She then opened the door to the apartment and ran upstairs. Nothing was much clear until she reached the terrace and looked around. There was no trace of any spot by the time she reached higher ground. And the video ended.

I don't know why but I felt really angry because of that video. The words of Dawn were repeating themselves in my ears. The way she referred to that black winged angel as a monster made me so angry. That feeling was the same as if someone had insulted my best friend or my family. No, perhaps the feeling was even more intense.

I know she didn't do it on purpose. She was frightened when she witnessed that sight. I know right, I was frightened too. Even I thought for once that he might be a devil. It would have been okay if she had said something like 'what the hell is that' but she had to call that person as a monster on first sight. If that adorable guy sleeping on the bed is a monster then every living being is one too.

My eyes moved away from my laptop and looked at that black winged angel. He was unconscious even after three hours. I closed the blinds of the window so that light doesn't disturb his sleep. As I saw him sleeping peacefully, I couldn't help but wondered what it means to be a monster.

He was unlike others as he wore black clothes and he just had one black wing. Was that enough to label him as a monster? I agree I hadn't seen him do any good. But I didn't see him do anything bad either. So what if there is a slight possibility that he really is some sort of bad guy, those people calling him a monster didn't know that. Then just how can they pass their judgement without knowing anything.

I guess people are like that. Beauty and the Beast is just another story. It doesn't matter to them how the heart looks. Everyone just judges on the basis of appearance no matter what they say. It won't matter to them how many good deeds one does if that one is an outcast. They'll always despise the outcast for the differences instead of accepting their uniqueness. Beasts are abhorred, beauty is praised. And that's the ugly truth of this world.

I didn't know why I was feeling so annoyed. I didn't know what kind of relationship I had with that stranger. I just saw him a few hours ago. He just felt familiar. But I was sure he was not a monster.

I reluctantly scrolled through the comments. Other people had gone crazy too.

Someone said that the black winged angel was the cause of this mystical phenomenon.

While some others said that black winged looked cool.

There were tons of such random things and I knew I couldn't believe any of that stuff.

'He is not a monster!' I too commented even though I was sure my comment will be lost among thousands of them. But I really couldn't do anything else.

I vowed I'd never visit her blog again. At that moment I had the full intention of keeping my word to my grave. It was funny how quick the admiration I had developed for zero dawn over the months vanished... It vanished too easily.

I went to other websites and realized that all the trending videos were of falling angels. I scrolled, I jumped around on different sites but all I saw were angels falling down from the sky. That weird phenomenon had taken the Internet community by storm. The mountains, sea, forest, desert, the twinkling night, cities, grasslands. In the videos, the angels were falling all over the globe but none of them could take a close-up shot of those angels or follow the angels to where they might have landed.

I searched some more and found out that not a single angel had black wings. No one had one wing either. This person was just different from everyone! 

Aside from the video by Dawn, there were two other videos but they only showed a very little black dot, as little as a star, with no other information.

The government was so quick in explaining with a lie that it was a new technological advancement in holographic technology. The experiment was to happen over a fixed region but due to some errors, it happened all over uh globe. With the backing of the government, The Light Corporation claimed of developing this new holographic technology. Those bunch of liars. I wondered how many things the government must have hidden from us.

I looked towards the black winged angel again. His skin looked golden-like under the illumination of the lamp. I started tracing the boundary of his face with an imaginary line, taking in all the perfect curves. I started from his forehead, climbing the straight slant of his nose and then finally falling sharply near the two blood-red lips. His crimson lips were stretched wider than before. It appeared as if over time, his smile was widening. Perhaps he was having a beautiful dream.

It might sound ridiculous but I started thinking of him as the sleeping beauty and myself as the Prince charming. I couldn't help but wonder if I should give him a kiss... To wake him up from sleep.

I snapped out of my thoughts. What the heck was happening with me? So many years of my life have passed and I never thought of even hugging a guy, let alone kiss. But that stranger on my bed was making me think of kissing him. I didn't even know his name.

I went out of the room so that I don't do anything stupid. He was pulling me so close and making me feel like he was that missing part of my life. His presence made me feel complete. I wondered if he was the angel of l.u.s.t and he was secretly poisoning me with an aphrodisiac. There is a little possibility in everything. He was dangerous.

It was five in the evening when I went to his room to check on him again. The room was just warm but he was sweating a lot. I put my hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He had a very high fever. I checked with the thermometer and it was 107°.

I wondered what I should do. It wasn't like I could just take him to the hospital. What if they realize he wasn't a human? They would take him away. Perhaps they might even treat him like a lab rat and do tests on him in the name of knowledge. Those people might even dissect him. Such thoughts scared me. I had read enough of such fictional stuff. Though this might be just fiction but who knows. Fiction is sometimes inspired by reality. I only knew that he was far safer in my hands. Being treated like an animal would be such a cruel fate for this pretty angel.

I gave him medicine and placed a wet cloth over his forehead, thinking it will be enough to lower his temperature. That angel must have been suffering a lot but that faint smile on his face never faded away. The medicine didn't show any effect but at eleven his fever was down to 105. I was happy that it was at least down, even if it was down by a small degree. I didn't leave his side all that time. His unconsciousness made me restless.

Even though I wanted to look out for him the entire night, my tired body was not helping and there was nothing else I could do. I started feeling sleepy. I brought my blanket from my room and changed the wet cloth on his forehead one last time.

"Goodnight mister." I wished him when I laid down on the couch even though I knew he won't be able to reply to me.

I could almost swear if I were not sleepy, that his smile got a little wider when he heard me. It was like he was silently wishing me good night in his own special way.