My mom always told me I was an angel. I was her angel. I couldn’t ever believe her because that’s never what I saw.

When I looked in the mirror, I was told to see a charming, beautiful young woman. I was told to be nice and kind. Don’t forget to smile. Always seem confident and outgoing.

I never liked that version of me. I knew it wasn’t real.

The real me was a shy, heartbroken girl. I had life problems. I wasn’t perfect. I never felt pretty. Sometimes I didn’t even want to be here. In the world, I mean. I never thought I would act on it though, until the day I heard his voice.

His voice sounded like my outer angel.

The one I didn’t want to be. He sounded just like everyone else in the world. Telling me to be perfect and never make mistakes. I didn’t want to hear his voice. I didn’t want to hear anything.

So, I made it where I would never hear anything, ever again.