Ireland, 1982

Damy is listening to her music. She doesn’t hear a thing. She opens her eyes; she isn’t in her bedroom anymore. She doesn’t know where she is. It’s dark. Cold, no one is here. She’s alone. ‘Hello?’ no reaction. Damy turns her music off and stands up. She can smell she’s in the harbor. But why, and how did she get there? It’s impossible she got there herself. Then she feels something. A cold wind blows right through her. ‘Who-’ before she finished her question, everything turns red. Like the red of the devil. Red like blood. Two meters away from her the angel stands. With his wings open. ‘Come with me, or I have to kill you, like I did with your parents!’ Suddenly Damy finds her strength. She waited for this moment. She waited for it, to take revenge on him. Now it’s her chance. ‘Why did you kill them?’ she asks. When he’s dead he can not answer it anymore and she needs to know. ‘Well? Can’t I have an answer?’ Damy finds a stone and throws it to the angel. ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’ He says. ‘What does it matter?! I’m going to die anyway, so…’ The angel comes towards her and pulls her on the floor. He stands above her and Damy can feel his breath. Her heart is beating really loud and she’s wondering if he could hear it. ‘You are scared. I can feel it. I can see it.’ The angel whispers.
Damy dies, she knows it. She doesn’t believe it. This was it, this was the end.
The end of everything. With her last power she stands up. It took her two years to get this far, she won’t give up now. No matter what’s going to happen. She’ll do it, she’ll make it. No one’s going to stop her. Not now, not at this point.
‘Too bad, I didn’t plan to die tonight. Hope you don’t mind?!’ she screams at the angel right in front of her.
I’m not scared, I won’t run. I will win.
The angel walks up to her and pushes her out of his way. Damy turns around and looks at it. It’s gone? Just a few seconds ago he was there, well, it was there. And now gone. Like it has never been there. ‘That’s impossible. It has got to be somewhere! It can’t disappear, can it?’ Damy sits on the ground, looking across the black water. ‘No Damy, that’s impossible.’ She keeps telling herself.
Maybe it was a dream? Maybe this is all an illusion? But how longer she’s trying to believe it’s an illusion, the more it becomes realistic. Damy stands up and walks away. ‘Not possible. Not possible.’ She’s whispering to herself.

Damy finds herself laying on the couch. How did she get there? Then maybe, it was all a dream. Damy stands up and walks into the kitchen. Blood. A lot of blood. ‘Oh my God!’ she screams. Right in front of her stands the angel who was trying to kill her last night. Where did all the blood came from? Don’t pay attention to that now. There’s an angel right in front of you, who wants to kill you. Damy walks to the knives, but before she was there, the angel grabs her. Damy quickly grabs a knife. ‘No bitch, I’m not dying today!’ Damy pushes the knife into the angel. No blood. It isn’t dying. Damy is in panic. God damn! Why isn’t it dead? Why is it still alive?!
‘Focus, Damy, DAMN focus!’ Damy tries to break free, not possible. She’s dying, she’s dead. She knows it.

The angel leaves her body behind and walks out of the house.
Gone.