(Earlier that day)<br/>"I HATE YOU!" the voice rang through her phone loud and clear and tears streamed silently down her face.  Raven closed the phone without a word.  It was clear that the relationship she had poured her heart and soul into over the last 5 years was over.  She would have to burn the things that reminded her of him she knew.  the phone slipped back into her pocket as her black hair slipped over her acid green eyes.  she took the ring of her left ring finger and dropped it down the grate with a thick plop into the water and closed her eyes as another tear leaked between her lashes which were now spiked from her tears.  She headed on to work her dark blue shirt and khaki pants looking strange on her thin and lanky form.  The moment she walked in her boss called her to the back and expressed concern about her not cleaning her station properly when it wasn't the station she had been in.  When she proceeded to explain this her boss told her she didn't like her attitude and told her it wasn't needed at a place like Wal-mart.  After the morning she had been having she told the manager to kiss her ass and walked out.  Whom she had pissed off on karma's good list she wasn't sure but it wasn't her day.  A few hours later while watching a bonfire of Carlos's things in her fireplace at her house and drinking a large glass of wine she called her best friend who was giggling when she answered the phone.  after a few moments of talking to her overly happy friend about the events of the day she heard HIS voice in the back ground and stopped mid sentence a feeling of betrayal ripping through her chest.  Her friend's voice faltered for a moment then she continued with Raven...I can explain!"  This told her everything she needed to know and she threw the phone into the fire with a scary velocity and a scream of frustration.  She had no fiance, no job, no friends, and she would most likely be losing her house.  Her family was dead and the few who weren't wanted nothing to do with her.  She had nothing.  Despair overwhelmed her as she looked at the Christmas tree which she had yet to take down though it was now devoid of ornaments and she suddenly understood why so many suicides happened during the holidays.  She took another large swig of wine for courage and put the glass down walking out her front door and into the nearest busy street laying down in the road.  She was chicken shit...she would never be able to shoot herself, take pills, or use a blade or rope...but a car would do nicely, or so her booze addled brain told her.   It was not long before she heard the Jake brakes on a bus and smiled contentedly glad this would soon be over.  Suddenly something hit her hard knocking her breath out of her chest but it didn't have wheels it had wings...the impact broke several bones and after a moment knocked her out...could it have been that the bus had actually hit her and she had been hallucinating? she was unsure but she knew that she had an angel she simply assumed it was an angel of death.<br/><br/>(current time)<br/><br/>She awoke several hours later with a groan sore but otherwise okay.  "damn it.." she muttered before realizing she was not in the hospital but in an apartment.  She looked around until she found a man who looked suspiciously like her angel passed out clutching a first aid kit to his chest.  She moved toward him seeing upon closer inspection that his shoulders were out of socket.  her brow furrowed and she nudged him trying to get answers about what was going on.