Angel was a normal eighteen-year-old boy. He lived with a few fuckface roommates that he couldn't stand and had a shitty job that he hated. He didn't have money for college so he gave that dream up when he graduated high school at the top of his class. He was stuck in the same city he was born in, but he accepted that it'd be like that his whole life. He was often teased by his roommates who were classic 'jocks' who stood six foot or higher while he was a measly 5'5". He dyed his hair a very dark shade of blue to 'spice' up his life a bit, it was short yet fluffy., his eyes a dark shade of forest green. His skin pale with a few birthmarks, but other than that it was pretty normal. He was... normal, a boring joe.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">---​</div><br/>Angel hadn't seen it coming, why would he? It had all happened so fast, a man that smelled of booze and cigarettes stumbling out of a shop late at night to find the young man making his way home. Many deemed him to be crazy, but Angel just thought he was a little sad and broken on the inside. He had only glanced up at him for a split second before the man barked at him, some insult in such a heavy slur he didn't pick it up. When his brows furrowed in confusion it seemed the drunk man had enough of his 'games'. His head was smashed into one of the brick walls, he only remembered it once before his ears began to ring and body to go numb. But at that moment a doctor was telling him twice and then one last hit to the temple as he landed on the cement.<br/><br/>That chilled night was gone and replaced with the morning sun of what he assumed to be the next day. "Three days," Sad the woman with a nervous smile. Three days, it was Tuesday morning then. His head had wrapping around it for protection, it itched and was pretty uncomfortable with how tight it felt around his head. "Can you tell me your name, and the year?" She asked, her voice sending throbs to his head. 'Angel Jackson, and it's 2018," He grumbled, it was his first time in the hospital and understood why not many people enjoyed the nurses, they had the job to talk right after they woke up. He knew it was her job, so he didn't bother to complain, plus her face said sorry enough.<br/><br/>"Your doctor will be in soon, please try not to move your head much. You have no internal trauma that needs surgery but it's quite a mess back there," That was somewhat of a relief to hear, to see he didn't need to go under the knife, he didn't remember much of the night as he thought about it. When the woman walked out it didn't take long for a man to come inside in her place. He didn't bother trying to sit up and give a handshake, looking up at his face he saw that his eyes weren't a natural looking color. Squinting at him he stared for a few long moments before blinking.<br/><br/>"He must have hit me good," Angel whispered quietly. The doctor's eyes were purple! "Are your eyes suppose to be blue?" Maybe something inside snapped and now he had some odd version of color blindness. Blue was the closest natural color to purple on the color wheel, at least natural eye colors. If they weren't blue he'd just... lie about what he was really seeing as he despratly wanted to be okay.