Angel, the first appearence

Nightmares were another sour companion that took him by the hand. He tried to keep his eyes wide open for as long as he could during the long nights but eventually sleep would take over and obliged to close his eyes he would enter the labyrinths his own mind had been brewing all throughout the light hours. As they became a certainty, he became unable to escape and open his eyes, he was trapped in a world he didn't want to belong in but this world just kept dragging him down, draining his childhood memories and thoughts of joy. Since he realized the only images he cherished were being eaten away he kept a diary of events, things he wanted to remember and make his own again once this was all over. That night, he scribbled and drew the happiest memory of all for he could feel the nightmares were looking for it.

Remember the green grass, almost too bright for the old eyes I have now but the same eyes that were once one with the yellow sun. I can hear the sea, the powerful waves crashing against the rocks leaving a trace of white tears that will be washed away by the next one. Rolling around in the grass makes my skin itchy and my hands have tiny little cuts all over them. No blood comes out, these cuts are not harmful or painful, it's just the way grass plays with children. My crayons are spread all over the infinite green sheet and so are those white pages that will soon be filled with drawings of knights, dinosaurs and my dog. I start a brand new creation, filling the page with blue on the top and a smiley sun on the top left corner, I stand up to fetch the dark blue crayon and the white that will paint the waves for my sea. Soon I have the beach in my garden and I'm holding it with my hands, stained with the colours of the rainbow. I like it but there's something missing, there's a space right in the middle where sea and sky meet that is yelling for something more. I focus on it as hard as I can, almost closing my eyes. Suddenly, silence. No more sea, no more wind, just silence. A stream of light appears from that empty space in my drawing as I hold it tighter and closer. Then a voice says: "Hold fast to the human inside you and you will survive".