Shadows

In The Light

Year's before Reanna forgot

"Have you learned anything about Dena?" A sweet voice asks.

Reanna stares into a thick book, lost in the aged papers inside the leather. Her hands tightly grip the book, her hair was pulled into a sloppy bun and her back was arched over the table. A hand touches her shoulder.

"Reanna?"

She places the book down and glances back with tear filled eyes. Reanna saw Roza, her hair in a braided ponytail that rests on her shoulder it was held together by a large sparkly pale pink bow.

Dena. She helped kill me...or killed me..

"What's wrong? Did this book not answers your questions?" Her voice was full of concern.

Roza bends over her shoulder, glancing at the book in Reanna's hands. Her wings block them from the lights above.

"Not all of them," Reanna wipes her tears and looks at the book. "I read that souls can transfer to Hell if they kill a human." She glances up at Roza. "I think that's what happened to Dena, because when I first came here you were surprised. You said "I don't have your file, let me make you one,". I know that you have a file for every soul that's perishes, you get them months before. So why did you not get mine?" She stares up at Roza, who gives her a slight smile. "I believe that I didn't have a file because, I wasn't supposed to die, when I did. I believe Dena had something to do with this, and was sent to Hell because of it. Am I right?"

Roza leans back and puts her hands in the pockets of her dress. Her smile never reaches her ears.

"Yes, you are. I thought you would learn a lot more in 2 years."

Reanna spins in her chair and crosses her arms, glaring at her. "You try searching for an answer in all these books." She looks at the isles of books all around her. "I've barely covered the whole section!" She peers at an angel at a nearby table. "Even Alice has answers and she isn't even supposed to be here!"

Alice peeks over her book and gives her a smile.

"I know that, but she can't do anything about it." Roza whispers as pulls a chair out and sits down. "You can. Your situation is fixable,"

"How?"

She leans forward. "With this," Roza passes her a slip of paper. "I'm not allowed to interfere, but I can lead you in the right way,"

Reanna opens it up and reads the words "Courier Angel,"

"You call this a lead? Seriously?" She raises her eyebrow, leaning back.

Roza opens her mouth but she quickly closes it. She sighs. "I wish I could give you more information but I can't." Getting up, she steps closer and whispers. "Ask Anzel Smith, he'll help you," She puts the chair back in its place before walking away.

She hasn't led me wrong yet. But how do I find him?

She closes the book and places them on top of each other.

"Hey, Alice?" Reanna calls out, Alice peers up and bookmarks her page. "Have you ever heard of someone called Anzel Smith?"

She places her book on the table and reaches into a leather book bag near her chair. Pulling out a stack of papers she flips through them.

"The name sounds familiar, let me check," She pulls out a paper and examines it "Yes, I have. What do you want to know about him?"

Reanna grabs her jacket and strolls over to her. Placing her hands on the table she leans forward. Her black hair was cut in a bob that framed her oval face, and the scars on her neck. They appeared to be from rope as if she was strangled to death.