Angel. When you hear this word, the first thing that comes to people's minds is wings, grace, joy and hope. But would you ever think of saints as a bad thing or evil? Me neither, until I turned 16. It all started at six o'clock on Sunday, my birthday. I slept well yesterday, all happy and very excited for tomorrow - I even set my alarm for six in the morning - then when I woke up I had these pains in two indescribable places and near my spine vertebral. I went down and took two paracetamol to stop the nuisance. Mom, Dad and my little sister were still asleep, but I wanted to get up extra early just for today. I wanted to go to Starbucks since it was early, so I went upstairs, got changed, grabbed my purse and headed out. I took an alley, which was the quickest route to Starbucks, because I wanted to get there early to have my morning coffee with a little extra surprise just because it was my birthday. I was happily heading downstairs, minding my own business, when a shiver ran down my spine, as if someone was walking on my grave. Then for a glimpse I saw something...