It's OK

"What do I want?" Peter asked aloud, in hopes of someone, ANYONE listening to him. He was alone, sitting outside of where he worked. It was the only place he could go anymore. "You don't want to be anywhere, Peter. You want to be nothing" a thunderous voice that almost seemed like it was scolding him. Before he could even say anything, a large rain cloud came and built up above where Peter was standing. Lightning, rain, even hail began to fall, but none of it touched him, it fell around him but never on him. Peter had some sort of shield around his being. He was speechless, he didn't know what to do so he just stood there, mind boggled, "what's going on?!?" He shouted up at the sky. Puddles began to form on the street, he was confused, he was scared.. What had he done?? "Go home Peter, sleep. I will guide you on your journey, be at peace in my spirit and I will bring your spirit to peace. Seek no more, for you have found what you are looking for. Go now, and as you are closing your eyes to rest, repeat these words....." The voice had died off, the rain suddenly stopped. "Repeat what words???" He yelled, still confused but angry that the voice did not finish.. "What is it that I need to repeat?!" Now he was just frustrated, not even God could come through with an answer... A few minutes passed as Peter stood staring at the sky, from a distance, he could heard a faint sound, a calm voice, he couldn't make out what it was saying. He listened harder, he closed his eyes, he held his breath, the voice kept on talking.. He stood still for a minute, then the voice began to get louder, more firm, he heard footsteps. "Ashenshion, ashenshion, greer ran ow, boys, greer ran ow" it was gibberish, he opened his eyes but could not see anyone, still hearing the same gibberish. He closed his eyes again, blanked out his mind, and took the deepest breath his black lungs could allow. The footsteps became louder, the voice clearer, stronger, louder, almost a yell "ATTENTION, ATTENTION, HERE AND NOW BOYS, HERE AND NOW!!" Peter opened his eyes instantly, in fear, it seemed like the voice was right in front of his face, breathing down his neck. There was no one around.. A strong gust of wind began to blow, a sheet of paper blew into his face, covering his eyes. He quickly grabbed the paper off his face and as soon as he could see in front of him again, a tall man with black wings and a suit hovered a few feet from the ground staring at him. Peter jumped back in surprise, gasped and fell to the ground on his rear end. The black winged man chuckled, he began to laugh harder as Peter got back to his feet, eyes fixed upon the stranger. The winged man opened his wings to a length of about 10 feet and with the slightest effort he flew straight up into the blissful night sky. Peter looked up at the spot where the winged man had torn the clouds with his power, he stood for a good 5 minutes, trying to understand what had happened. But he couldn't make anything of it.. He suddenly came to his senses, jumped in his car and sped off into the dark night...