Life is just a blur

School ends, again, and I have other questions and no answers, again.
And I'm also a bit tired.
While I walk home, I hear somebody crying.
Being the lovely man I am (also really modest), I decide to follow the noise, finding a girl in the park with long black hair, hands covering her face.
She suddenly stops. "Who are you?" she asks me
It's the second time in two days someone asks me this question.
And the first time didn't go really well. "I'm, uh, Gerard," I pause, searching for words, "I heard you crying and I was worried."
She tilts her head up and looks me strangely. "You randomly cry too, why were you worried?" she says.
"Well, but I cry because I'm-"
"A farshee, I know."
I must be making a really intelligent face right now. How does she know? And why was she crying? And 'You randomly cry too'?
Wait. Too?
"You're a banshee?" I ask her
She nods. "You don't know whether a person is a human or a supernatural creature?"
"Not really."
"Oh."
She closes her eyes and when she opens them I can see their color. They're purple.
I put my backpack on the grass and sit next to her. "I'm Ewilen," she says.
"Why do you... Uhm. Why do you look like that?" congratulations for the dumbest way to ask a question, Gerard.
"I could ask you the same question. I understand the hair, but why are your eyes hazel instead of yellow?"
I laugh, when I stop I open my right eye with my right hand's fingers and take the contact. I do the same with the other eye.
"Aaah. That explains a lot."
"Yup."
"So you were a supernatural creature"
I turn to face her. "How would you know?"
She gives me the 'how-the-fuck-do-you-not-know' look. "The color of your hair and your eyes. I was human, black and purple, you weren't, red and yellow."
I stand up and put my hands in my hair. "Why are you a banshee?"
She looks down. "I killed myself. Everyone who kills themselves becomes a banshee."
I let out a scream and then cover my mouth. "I killed myself? Why?"
She shrugs. "I don't know."
I give her my hand and make her stand up, and hug her. "Thank you."
She hugs me back, then lets go. "I have to go now. I hope I see you again," she says, waving her hand.
I smile, take my backpack and walk home again.
So I was a supernatural creature.
One that can die, so I wasn't a vampire.
A yawn stops my thoughts, and I walk faster.
When I go into my home, I stop.
I'm sure I locked the door this morning.
When I enter home I put my backpack on a chair, close the curtains and lay down on my bed, my eyes closed."It's not the right time to sleep," a voice says.
In the darkness of my room I see a black figure, with black wings that look like those of a bat.
"OH SHIT!" I scream, "BATMAN!"
He laughs and sits on my bed. "Almost. I'm Barman, angel of intelligence," he says.
I scratch my cheek. "Why are you here? Did I do anything wrong?"
He lifts his right hand and caresses my cheek. "I just missed you."
"Woah, calm down. Who are you? I don't even know you."
I pinch my arm. "I'm not dreaming."
I lift myself from the bed and open the curtains ."You're so different from before," he says, still staring at me.
I feel his hand on my hair, and I feel... at home. "Red hair and yellow eyes. They sort of fit you."
"Yeah, it seems like I was a supernatural creature before," I say.
"I know."
I turn to face him and, strangely, I recognize him.
"You're the angel I was painting in my flashback!"
He nods. "It was one of your best paintings."
"You knew me?" I say hopefully, my hands on his shoulders.
He looks at me, his face reddening, a tear falling down his face. "Yo- you don't remember me," he stutters.
I hug him, he holds me tight against his chest and puts his head on my shoulder.
He was my friend. That's obvious.
Maybe more, maybe he was my boyfriend?
"No, I wasn't. That would be incest, it's not accepted up there."
"You were my brother?" I ask him.
"I am your brother," he lets go of me.
"So I was... An angel?"
He nods.
"Oh. That's awesome!"
He smiles sadly, and I realize why after some seconds.
"I killed myself." I whisper, trying to think of a reason "Why?"
He shakes his head. "I can't tell you," he sighs, "Orders from above."
"Will I see you again?" I ask.
"Sure! I can come here every time I want. I just can't tell you anything."
"It's okay," I hug him again and I feel him smile against my shoulder.
I yawn again.
"You can go to sleep now," he says, pushing me and making me lay down.
After closing the curtains, he moves my hair from my face and kisses my forehead.
"Sleep well, Rahatiel. Dream of your stars."

Notes

Yo, guys!
I posted the chapter today because I woudn't be able to do it tomorrow (does that make sense?) (help)
Soooo.
There's Batman/Barman/actually Mikey in this universe! (don't hate meee)
I really hope you enjoy.
Thanks for the comments!
If you have any questions, you can ask them in the comments, I will be happy to answer you.
Have a nice day!
-Sara