Sweet Angel of Sorrow

Bien, aqui esta algo que escribí en mi último año de secundaria. Primero lo había escrito como una historia cualquiera, pero al final terminó siendo entregado para un trabajo de Ingles -_-... ah comosea, espero que les guste. Critiquen, opinen, mutilen...

“How should I start?” Dawn asked the lady.
He was in some sort of café with this beautiful woman in front of him. He had never seen her but he felt that she was, somehow, familiar and very close to him. Her black hair was made up in a long ponytail that went down up to her back, tied in a ribbon of a dozen colors. Her big round eyes resembled those of a teddy bear and her copper skin made her look like a goddess of beauty. Her face was heart-shaped, delicate and very expressive. She put on a bright red jacket from the seat and turned a bit more serious.
“Well, I am not a very good writer you know, but I am supposed to help you. This story must be told, so here is my advice,” She paused, thought for a moment and then continued with her angel-like voice, “stop for a moment, and feel your heart, listen to the silence and peace around you and let the pen hold on to your feelings. Let it all go, the pain, the suffering, all those feelings that disrupt your sleep at night. Let them find a place where relief and peace fill those whose hearts are troubled.”
Dawn was speechless, his heart had jumped and he felt a sudden urge to grab a pen and write everything. “Maybe it will end for good now,” he thought, “No more walking trough the dark in this lonely life, no more trying to heal this wounded heart.”
“Now Dawn, go and make it real, make it no more a dream. Make it a promise”
“I promise, I will,” said Dawn, still wondering whether this was real or not.
She stood up and went to Dawn and kissed him in his forehead, and then she went walking away, disappearing into the crowd.

“Wait, NO!”
Dawn looked around. He was in bed again. It had been all a dream; there had been no beautiful lady, no café and no kiss. He turned off the radio alarm and got up. Everything was back to normal. He got off bed and into his loafers. Went down for breakfast, coffee was ready. He ate a piece of toasted bread, a pair of scrambled eggs and had some coffee to wake him up. He went back to his room, did his bed and went to the bathroom. This was so mechanized that he did it completely absentminded. He took his toothbrush and washed his teeth up and down. Then he looked at the mirror.
“Who are you?” He asked to the person in the mirror, “What has become of you? You once were a successful businessman, the top salesman of the company. You had a beautiful family and everyday held a new surprise for you, but now, what?. You have lost everything! You are no one! Your life is a mess and sucks! … What has happened?”
“What happened?” The question ran trough his head as he lay on the bathroom floor covered in tears. “No use crying, get up, you must forget and continue.” It was painful, forgetting and trying to get over.

“Daddy come on, I don’t want to be late, remember I am the star” Vanessa said to him, ”I will be Snow-white” as she said those words a smile drew upon her angelical face. She was her only child. 5 year old Vanessa was dressed as Snow-white and pulling on his father’s hand, hurrying him. “Please, stay still I’ll be ready in a minute, now go on and wait with your mother in the living room.” She looked at him for a moment as if waiting for something else form his father. “Ok, It’s a promise I will be down in a couple of minutes” Hearing this, she went downstairs. She knew his father did not break promises.
Dawn at last was ready. He went down and saw Daisy, she was as beautiful as ever. She was pregnant with a boy who was about to be born on two months. Her hair was the color of the brandy Dawn liked to drink, as her eyes were too. Her lively expressions and quick tongue made her narrow, pointed features, her thin lips and small eyes much more than interesting. She was sitting down in a sofa reading some book. Then she looked up and saw him. “Come on or we’ll never get there.”
“Ah, calm down, we will get there we still have, what? 15 minutes” He hugged her wife and carried her daughter. “Ok, let’s go now.” They headed for the car.
They turned right and took Roses Road made a halt at the intersection with Tulips.
“What is that noise? It sounds like the police” Said Dawn as he prepared to turn left, but then saw a red car racing approaching them from the right. He turned and opened his mouth but no sound came.
The next thing he knew he was awake at the hospital with a bunch of nurses and doctors all around him trying to save his life. Three IV hanged from his bed into his arm, two containing blood and another some clear liquid. A nurse gave him a shot. Later he would know he had two broken hips and a 5 inch cut in his left arm, several bruises and cuts in his head and all around his face. He was losing blood quickly, and felt too much pain to ask anything. Then he fell unconscious again.
When he finally awoke again he had just one IV with a clear liquid, not someone else’s blood. He awoke and felt all his left body in a terrible pain, the nurse aware he was awake gave him a painkiller. He started feeling better and asked, “How long have I been here?”
The young nurse began explaining everything to him with a calm voice. “You have been here almost a month. We are surprised you made it alive, with all that blood you lost we thought you were going to die, but with such an excellent job made by the doctors you managed to get trough this one. You looked terrible when you first came in…” Suddenly her face changed and became more serious, she did not want to tell what happened next.
“What happened?” Dawn demanded, then in a more aggressive, voice he continued. “Did my wife and daughter made it? Are they alive?” But the nurse remained silent; she put her hands on her face and began to cry. “I’m sorry, there was nothing we could do, when they here much time had already passed and they had lost too much blood.” The nurse was having trouble to tell all this between sobs she continued, “Your wife, said something before she died, she told me, ‘Please, tell I love him. If I cannot survive, tell him to go on without me, I will be waiting for him. Please save my daughter.’ Then she was carried away in the ambulance, I stayed behind to help you sir.”
“And my daughter, what happened to her?” asked Dawn, he could not bear this words.
“She was… already death by the time we got there. She had several mayor injuries but, she died quickly, without pain.”
Somehow, he was relieved to hear that her daughter had not suffered, but his heart could not accept those words. He began to cry and curse. Why hadn’t he died too? Why was still he alive? He felt so miserable he cried until late night.
After two months of he finally went out of the hospital. His body was cured but his soul sought for relief. He tried to find the person who had driven the other car but found out he had died in the crash too. The bodies of her daughter and wife were used for studies, and since no one reclaimed them, they were disposed in a common pit without possible way to identify them.
He missed his wife and daughter; and the ghost of his unborn child haunted his dreams. He could not figure how he was going to live again. When he got home he could not stand living in there, with so many memories of his old life he packed up everything and sold the house. He moved to a smaller apartment and tried to continue with his work, but he was not the same young salesman that had new ideas so he was fired. He felt how his life was going down. Without a possibility he spent the next 5 years living absentmindedly and doing a bad job, moving from company to company.

He stood up and looked himself at the mirror, and saw the kiss he had on his forehead. It was true! He had not been dreaming, but how could it be? It did not matter to him. He set off to search for the café he had been. He picked up the white pages and searched for every café in the city and went to each one of them. Even if it would take him all the day he was decided to find it. The night came in and found the place. It was beautiful, though it was closed.
The next day he went to the café and tried to remember his dream. He remembered the beautiful lady, he remembered feeling relief, peace and inner calm. But right now he could not seem to find any of those things. His heart was still troubled, and his sleep was still haunted by his old family. His financial problems were growing. But then he remembered what he had said to the lady in his dreams. “I promise, I will.”
Then the thought came to his head, “I know how to start, I will write a book for those who seek relief, for those who lost a loved one and cannot find a place to cry them, for all those who fell in silence.”
With this new quest he started writing. Every single detail, since that day he promised to take Vanessa to the play, the way he had crashed, how he had lost his wife, his struggle in the hospital, how his life had changed and finally how he decided to write the book. But there was something missing. To make it more convincing and comforting he added a chapter, in which he walked trough the graveyard of his city, searching for a grave that could possibly be of her daughter and wife. Finally coming up to a magnificent statue of an angel with arms wide open as if calling him to leave all his sorrow, sadness and trouble at her feet.
He was delighted with the result. He had finally left everything behind and decided to publish his book as: “Oh, Sweet Angel of Sorrow” In the cover there was a picture of the stone angel he described in the book.
At first the book was selling somewhat slow, but then the word quickly spread. He started receiving mail from people that told how the book helped them overcome their own tragic story. Some months later, he presented himself in a popular bookstore to sign the book. Everything went alright until an old lady came to him, then she asked, “Oh, good afternoon Mr. Dawn Williams, I have written you and told about my boy who died in war, his body was never found and, even though you have helped me to overcome his tragic death, I have not been able to find a proper place to cry him, now please tell me, where can I find this angel?” At this Dawn stopped, even though he had clearly mention in the book that the angel was part of a dream he had, this old lady was still searching for comfort. “I am sorry, but the angel is only a part of the story.” He mumbled. The old lady felt how her last chance was gone and left quickly. Dawn felt crushed.
That night he dreamed again with the beautiful lady. “Thank you Dawn, my daughter has now found relief. But still, there are many other people who are troubled. I have one last request. Please, make the last part of your story true, make a place where you can cry, and finally leave all your sorrow behind.” Again the lady left and Dawn awoke the same as before.
He was decided to finish his story, to make his dream true. He searched everywhere for a sculptor who could make his angel alive. Finally, he found him, in fact, found her. Her name was Gabrielle, and to his surprise she looked very much to the beautiful lady he saw in his dreams. She was also surprised and grateful to Dawn, as her mother had drowned in a cruise ship, and her body was never found. The book had also helped her to overcome such tragic event.
When she asked him how the angel should look he did not hesitate and showed her a mirror. They instantly fell in love. Gabrielle worked hard on the sculpture and had it ready shortly after autumn.
The day was a bit fresh and cloudy. The governor had come to declare the statue as a monument. The angel was placed in a small shrine with oak trees all around. The orange leaves made the angel almost look alive, and asking for Dawn to come. He walked slowly to the angel and leaved a picture of her wife, Vanessa and him all together. Everyone busted into applauses and, then, one by one each one left a small object to remember those who had not been buried. By the end of the day the angel was full of things.He was standing before the real size sculpture. He felt that a great burden had finally leaved his back and then whispered “Thank you, Oh, Sweet Angel of Sorrow.”