I probably should've locked myself in a padded cell after this, but no.
The sixth time I nearly died was at my third job. A diner of all places.
When the Angel came in, I honestly mistook her as homeless.
She was ragged, wearing sunglasses, and her dull feathers were torn around the edges.
If it wasn't for the wings, I wouldn't have paid her any mind.
She gestured for me to come over, and I did.
Then- giving no explanation, she pointed behind me.
I was confused, turned around, and got hit square  in the face by a metal ladle.
After passing out, I remember hearing an unfamiliar voice speaking in my head.
" Foolish mortal, so young, stupid, young, stupid-" it went on and on for what seemed an eternity.
I woke up in the hospital again.