Virtual Angel

 

My name is Dorris, I'm 16. Until now, I've been a regular teenager, just like any other. I also had plenty of problems, the same kind of problems that regular teenagers have. I was like that until a certain point. Until I met Him.

It started in June. It was the beginning of summer vacation. A very hot one, by the way. Everyone was already planning trips out of town, parties... And me? I didn't feel like meeting them. Why? Ha, the answer is simple. Firstly, the parties will be 99% couples (I'm as lonely as a tree in a field). Secondly, I'm not attractive enough to pick up that remaining 1%. I found another way to fill my free time. Namely, the internet. You might be wondering, what's so interesting about that, besides copying essays? Well, the so-called chat room. That's where I meet friends, where I can be whoever I want. The internet gives me what I want. Varieties of myself. That's also where I met Him.

It was June 29th, I think. As usual, I entered the chat room where I was already a regular. Today, there were no friends, and the new people I met were routine and simply boring. Then someone called Aniołek (Angel) connected. "

Hello Dorris.

" "Hi...Angel:)

" "Are you happy, Dorris?

" "That...depends on what you mean

." "Oh, what do you mean by happiness?"

I knew then that I was talking to someone extraordinary. I just didn't know how special. We exchanged email addresses. We wrote long emails to each other. I could tell him anything. And he always gave me advice. And he knew how to listen... I know it's strange. Because they were just written words, letters on a screen. But I felt he cared about my fate. And those premonitions were accurate. Thanks to him, I was changing. Even though I didn't notice it at first, I was transforming into the person I wanted to be.

So I was invited to a disco. A lot of people from my class were supposed to be there. There was also supposed to be Patrick... a devastatingly handsome musician who, even though he'd had more girlfriends than I had last Christmas, was still attractive. I'd been wanting to talk to him for a while now. I wanted him to notice me. I decided to make my dreams come true at this very disco. And what I couldn't believe, I succeeded! It was like a Guardian Angel was watching over me...

"Hey, Dorris!! So you came after all!

" "Hi, Jennifer."

"Wow, you really rocked it! Heh, heh, probably for him." Jennifer pointed at Patrick.

"Come on, Jen," I couldn't help but smile. "You already have a boyfriend, so go to him, by all means."

I went to the bar and ordered a drink. When I was almost to the bottom of my glass, someone approached me from behind.

"Jen, I told you to back off!" I said, turning sharply. I froze at the sight of him. Patryk stood there, looking at me with unconcealed amusement. My heart was pounding. I felt myself blushing. I couldn't get a word out. Finally, he spoke. "

I'd buy you a drink, but since you've already done it yourself, maybe you'll at least agree to give me this dance?"

I mumbled something in agreement and, with slightly unsteady steps, followed him onto the dance floor. We danced and danced. Endlessly. I didn't even want to think about the end. I wanted to hold onto this moment forever.

In a flash, I became his next girlfriend. The nasty ones told me he'd quickly leave me and then I'd cry bitter tears. I didn't believe it, and I made a mistake.

A few months later, I was alone. Used, unhappy, lonely. The pain grew with each passing day. The longing was driving me to the brink of madness. But all this was happening inside me. Those around me saw only a shell of indifference, creating a thick wall between my heart and the world. Then, when the light of hope faded, He came to the rescue.

"Dear Dorris,

I feel such great sorrow when I see you suffering. I almost feel your pain. The only thing I can do is give you advice. Don't hold onto negative emotions. Don't close your heart to your loved ones. They will understand and soothe your misery. I hope you feel better soon.

Your Angel.

" It was so simple, but only when He told me did it make sense. And as usual, He was right. Everything fell into place. All the pain disappeared. Life went on. I learned to love the world around me. I achieved satisfactory results in school. In short, everything was good. I

passed my final exams. And I was happy.

The holidays arrived. A scorching summer. And a nightmare from which I would never wake up.

It was the middle of July. My parents were leaving for a few days. And of course, I was already planning the party. It was supposed to take place the day before my birthday. Everything was ready. All that was left was to send out the invitations. Unfortunately, I had to reach out to some people in person. It was already late when I was returning home. I was crossing an unlit street near my apartment building. Suddenly, two men appeared in the darkness. They were heading straight for me. I panicked slightly. I started looking for a possible escape. Too late. One of them grabbed me, the other pulled out a knife. I struggled, but I had no strength left. Tears welled in my eyes. The one with the knife spoke up.

"Be good and give us the money, and we won't hurt you, otherwise..." He pressed the blade to my neck. "So what's it going to be like?"

I couldn't utter a sound. Fear paralyzed my legs. I was helpless.

"You don't want to do it willingly, do you?" The impatience in my attacker's voice was palpable.

"Stop playing, Will! Slit her throat and we'll go. Quietly, quickly, it won't hurt you, little one."

I wanted to scream, but instead I let out a guttural screech. A wave of feelings and thoughts flooded me. I felt a sting. Pain. It hurt. For a moment. Then I saw the faces of loved ones. Parents, friends. Then there was nothing. No feelings. Not even fear. Everything vanished. I was in nothingness. Until finally I saw a light. So bright, so warm. I can't describe it in words. From the light emerged a figure in a white robe. A tall man with long, blond hair. He had such a gentle gaze. Extraordinary eyes. I don't remember what color. In fact, they seemed to shimmer with every possible color. When he spoke, I was struck by the subtlety and power of his words.

"Hello, Dorris. I've been waiting for you.

" "How... How do you know me?"

He smiled serenely. "We've known each other for years, Dorris. I'm your Angel."

"No... It's impossible... It..."

"It's true, Dorris. Come with me. You'll find what you were looking for there.

" "What is it?

" "A change. That's what you wanted. You wanted to change." He smiled again, this time wider. "Myself, or maybe the whole world?"

"Yes... I wanted that. I still want it."

"Do you trust me, Dorris?

" "Yes."

"Then let's go

." "Let's go.

" And I followed him. Then I saw the Kingdom of Heaven. And then it was even more wonderful.

My name is Dorris, I died at the age of 19. I was an ordinary teenager, like many others. I wanted to change. To be better. Only before I died did I understand that it wasn't enough. Others need to change too. They need to understand, just as I did. I understood thanks to Him. My Virtual Angel.