[ WP ] After getting out completely unhurt from several gruesome accidents you are beginning to suspect that you have a guardian devil instead of a guardian angel

A flash hits the corner of my eye, as the interior of the car disappears, my stomach tightens, bracing for what comes next. 
 
 Time and space warp around me almost imperceptibly, placing me outside of the universe for a single moment. `` Why?!'' I call out. 
 The moment stretches longer than usual as it considers. 
 `` Find the Chosen,'' it breathes through me. 
 I live through centuries, millennia, in that breath. Pain beyond reckoning. Hunger, deprivation, claw into the smallest parts of me. No respite, and only this one hope. `` Save us.'' 
 
 The car reappears wrapped around a telephone pole. The pole has snapped in three places and fallen just so to protect the woman inside. No fatalities... this time. Perhaps she is the one we seek. 
 `` Chosen,'' I phase through the car and pole to stand beside her, `` You will come with me.'' 
 Her hand is large and strong, I take it in mine, and blink. 
 
 I had never felt connected to the world in the way my sisters did. Our parents dreamed and worked tirelessly for us, they soaked up the love and blossomed, but something inside me lay fallow. One day while walking to High School a car blew threw a stop sign, then right through me as I stood in the crosswalk.
