Ariel's POV

It's getting harder and harder to have the will to wake up every day. To get up and face what the world has in store for me. It just never seems to be any good.

It's no surprise that my head feels like it's going to split in half and that my mouth tastes like something died in it. It's been a while since I don't remember a single thing about the night before, but I am cursed to never have that last so I know that as I fight of the mother of all hangovers that last night is going to start coming back to me in pieces. Not that I want it to but that's the thing with curses, you don't really get a choice in the matter.

I don't remember if I made it home or if I went home with someone, I don't make it a habit of having one night stands but I think I pushed my drinking limit last night; even by my own standards.

Weirdly enough there are no lights trying to blind me or cause my head to explode, which is something that I am extremely grateful for right now. I don't know what I did to deserve that little miracle but right now I will take anything that doesn't make me want to run into the bathroom and puke my guts out.

For me the worst feeling in the world is feeling nauseous, which I know doesn't make sense since I got so drunk last night; but you can't blame a girl for wanting to take her mind off the worst day of her life. I don't know what I was drinking last night because I remember having the strangers dream that there was a guy who was actually an angel and he said he was my guardian.

Now I'm starting to question if there was something slipped in my drink to cause me to have such vivid dreams since if I didn't know any better I would have sword that I really did see that guy.

I try and open my eyes, something that feels gross because I wasn't in the right state of mind to take off the makeup I was wearing last night. It might be vain and pointless to some but I love doing makeup and it's something that calms me down. Plus it's super fun playing with all of the different colours but I'm getting off track.

The first thing I notice when I manage to pry my eyes open is that I am certainly not in my own tiny bed in my tiny apartment. The room I am isn't massive but I would gladly swap mine for it, the bed is the probably the most heavenly thing I have ever laid on and I must not forget my university hook up who was carved out of sheer perfection; shame he wasn't very smart or nice, which is why he was only a hook up.

My brain tends to wonder like this when I am trying to focus on something other than the splitting headache and nausea I know are waiting for me as soon as I try and move a millimetre on this bed. I have to try and distract myself if I have any hope of making it through this day alive.

It's more than a little scary that I have no idea where I am or how might be waiting on the other side of the door for me. I do have to count the little miracle that whoever lives here hasn't decided to make me breakfast since the thought of food right now is more than a little repulsive. Looks like today is going to be a very tough day.

"Are you awake? How are you feeling?" Says a deep voice from behind me and I have to fight the urge to twist around and see who he is and what it is that I'm going to have to deal with today. His voice sounds deep and attractive, if there can be such a thing.

"I'm feeling like death but give me a couple of minutes and I will get out of your way." I reply, my head still buried in the pillow as I seek any kind of refuge from the outside world for just a little while longer.

"I can fix that for you." He replies and I feel the edge of the bed shift as he must have sat down. Even though I feel this false sense of security with this guy, my body still tenses as the reality of the situation sinks in and all of the ways this could end badly are countless.

"I don't want whatever it is you're offering, I will be good in just a minute." I reply once more and try to twist my head to the side so I can at least catch a small glimpse of him. I don't see much more than a flash or light hair and the fact that he is wearing jeans and a right red shirt. I wish I could admire the muscles underneath the shirt for a little while longer but my head drops down on the pillow without my permission.

"Do you not remember anything from last night?" He asks and it's weird that I can hear the frown in his voice without even looking at his face.

At first I want to snap at him and say something sarcastic about the previous night not being very memorable but I stop myself. Firstly I have no idea if this guy is going to lose his shot because I insulted his ego, all men are insane where their egos are involved. But the bigger reason is the fact that a flash of what almost feels like a dream comes to the front of my brain.

I swear if I didn't know any better I would have said that last night I saw a guardian angel with proper ass wings and he was the guy that helped me get away from the bar. I knew the bartender last night was trouble, he had that weird look in his eyes and yet I did nothing about it until the stranger came to my rescue, or took me somewhere even more dangerous.

I haven't figured that part out yet.

"I remember being at the bar and drinking but everything at the end of the night is blurry. Maybe I was slipped something because I am having the weirdest hallucinations." I confess quietly even though I didn't mean to say all of that out loud.

"I'm afraid that what you're thinking about weren't hallucinations. Can you tell me about them?" He asks gently as I feel his press a comforting hand onto my lower back. The bizarre thing is that almost immediately I feel most of my nausea ease and I am able to at least sit up and not want to die or puke what little food there is inside my stomach.

"You're going to think that I'm insane if I tell you what is going on in my head right now. But I could use a glass of water if that's okay." I ask so I am able to stall at least a little. This guys seems to be genuine and kind but as well as life fucking me over many times; people have done their fair share of that act as well.

"Trust me, it would have to be something very strange for me to think you're insane." He smiles and for a second I am breathless at the sight. I take a couple moments too long to take the glass he takes from the bedside table and holds it out for me to take. I didn't even see that he had a little basket of goods right beside me.

I gladly take the glass of water, at least I assume that's what it is but with how dry my mouth is and how dehydrated my body is, I don't really have the time or choice to question it. I try not to stare at him or think too much about the fact that he seems to be staring at me and that leaves a warm and tight feeling at the pit of my stomach.

"You're a stranger so I guess I could weird you out a little." I smile gently as I decide that I don't really have much to lose. I already feel like I have been losing my mind for years and sharing this latest crazy thought with this stranger isn't going to push me off the edge.

"Don't they say that it's easier to confide in strangers sometimes?" He says and even thought always say that, that has never been the case for me. I used to talk to people and confide in my friends all the time when I was younger but then all of my problems started getting bigger and more overwhelming and suddenly talking didn't seem to be able to fix anything.

All the people I wanted to confide in and talk to were dealing with their own shit, were sick or dead. I slowly but surely shut off from the world. I didn't realise when it happened or that it felt so natural and before that didn't feel scary because I was so numb, but as this stranger is asking me to open up, I realise that I'm not sure I know how to anymore.

"I swear that last night I saw a guy with wings, he looked a lot like you but I must be losing my mind. We're in March so not even close to Halloween." I laugh a little even though I know that's not going to ease the awkwardness that's bound to set in a couple of moments due to my crazy words.

"What if I were to tell you that those weren't hallucinations? You're not crazy Ariel and it's about time that you were able to enjoy life again." He says and I really should be focusing on the fact that he knows my name when I don't remember giving it and that  he knows that I have been having a really shit time.

"You can't be serious right now; there's no such thing as guardian angels and even more I don't have one since life has been pretty shit." I swear as I sit up in his bed, not caring that the sheet has dropped below my bra. Speaking of which I don't remember taking my clothes off but then again we haven't spoken about whether we did fuck last night or did I just pass out.

"I didn't believe in anything like this either before I became one but I'm your guardian angel Ariel and I've broken a lot of rules to come down here to help you." He stages and at the same time I hear thunder strike alarmingly close and it's as if the heavens opened and all of the rain fell out at once.