Sorry I haven’t written. It’s been a terrible month. I feel as though I’ve been launched into a different universe. Maybe I have. Or maybe the universe I was living in wasn’t what I thought it was.
There was this shooting at my school. Two kids died. I can’t even talk about that still. I thought for sure I was going to die. I mean really, life flashing before my eyes and everything. The shooter was a student. Derrick. A weird kid, kind of a loner, but then I’m weird and a loner too, so that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Why did he do it? People say he was on drugs, that he was depressed and suicidal, that he was mad cause he got kicked out of school for cheating or something. But no one knows. His parents aren’t talking.
He’s dead anyway. Only he didn’t kill himself. Jared Lorn killed him.
I didn’t tell anyone about that. Maybe I’m a horrible person. Jared told me not to. Maybe Jared is a horrible person.
But he’s not even a person. According to his guardian Ralph he’s a Nephilim. Part human and part angel. That’s crazy. So crazy. But I saw him throw that kid across the entire cafeteria. Like it was nothing. And he was all glowing and fiery…I thought I must have been having a hallucination. But I wasn’t.
I’ve been locked in my room, because of reporters hanging out on the street. They want to talk to me. They want to hear my story. I hope they go away soon.
I’ve been reading up on Nephilim. They’re in the Bible. I read this in Genesis: “‘The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of
God came in to the daughters of men, and they bore children to them.
Those were the mighty men who were of old, men of renown.’ Ralph says the Nephilim were like superheroes or titans, but they became so evil and corrupt that God sent the Flood to wipe them out. Apparently they weren’t totally wiped out in the Flood, and some survived and Jared is one of them. Then later in Exodus, when Moses sent spies to check out the Promised Land, they came back all scared and said: “The land through which we have gone, in spying it out, is a land that devours its inhabitants; and all the people whom we saw in it are men of great size. There also we saw the Nephilim (the sons of Anak are part of the Nephilim); and we became like grasshoppers in our own sight, and so we were in their sight.”‘ (Numbers13:32-33)
Jared isn’t a giant. But he is pretty tall, and his hair is practically white and his eyes are this electric blue that shoots right into your soul. I’ve been trying to draw him but can’t get it right. (He does look a little like Jared Leto when he was going through his platinum phase…could he be a Nephilim too? That would be ridiculous. I’ve been listening to Thirty Seconds to Mars nonstop.)
Ralph says that through the years the Nephilim DNA has been so mixed with regular people that you can’t tell that much of a difference anymore. Which means if there are other Nephilim in the world, hiding in plain sight like Jared…no one would even know it.
That’s not even the craziest part. There was this voice in my head telling me to sing…I think it was the same voice of the man who rescued me from that car accident when I was a kid. People said it was an angel.
So I’ve been spending all this time while locked in my room reading about angels. And demons. They’re all around us. That’s what Ralph says. He seems to know about these things. There’s tons of websites about people who have encountered angels. In the Bible, angels show up and they look like regular humans (no wings), though most people who encounter them think they are like lords or royalty and great warriors. And usually they’re scared to death. “Angel” means messenger, so mostly angels come to give messages to humans. Messages from God, I guess. But there are also warrior angels, who battle demons and stuff like that. And there are singing angels, and healing angels…there’s all different kinds.
Jared. I don’t know if I can trust him. He rescued me from getting killed, but he knew Derrick—what if they were friends? What if Jared was in on it? He used to sit by the window during lunch, always looking out, as if he was waiting for someone…
Maybe the angel knows. Maybe I can talk to him. Find out what’s really going on.