Chapter 1: Death

Death can be instant, or it can delay for a certain long period of time. Hopefully it was instant for some lucky people out there since they wouldn't feel the agonizing pain I am currently feeling right now. Then again I can't think strait, since the blood is rushing out too quickly, and I'm starting to see a pissed off French woman glaring down at me. But, I am a bit ahead of myself right now aren't I?

Why don't we just start in the beginning?

But before we break off into the very short death view, I look off to my right side that I could see under the rubble, that was currently crushing me, and …..

...oh shit is that my liver?!

Let's begin with the five basic things you must know about me.

The first thing you should know about me is that I consider myself a pessimist. And that opinion of myself is supported by various interactions with my family and relatives while other say I' rather optimistic. Then again I'm pretty much neutral. And yes, I just realized I had just contradicted myself. Then again who really cares? Everyone! Ha! People always say that todo la gente opinion is not importante, but that's really bullshit! Seriously, no matter how much you deny it, or rather retort with "But you believe in what you believe!" or "Be yourself!" is real bullshit, we all know behind our facade we DO care about what people think of us, and we try to live up to their expectations.

See? Pessimistic!

Second thing you must understand is my name is Grace Cruz*. There. Plain and Simple. Nothing to flashy like Bambinee, something that won't make sense such as Ebony*, or rather names that go with a freaking Mary-fucking-sue. If you wanted that then leave my presence, I hate freaking Mary-sue's with a fiery passion.

Third thing is that I am a anime freak. Or Otaku, which ever you prefer, really it doesn't matter since it pretty much sums up half of my individuality. I love anime. I love its stories, its dramatizations, the characters who seems so humane, the classic anime physics and the characters themselves. I am fascinated by certain characters of different genera of anime. For example: Lelouch Lamperouge of Code Geass who created a new world by causing all hate directed to him in his reign of terror as "Demon King", who created a somewhat peace with his death, an unknown sacrifice of a hero that went unnoticed by the world he saved. A character who practically gave a new meaning to "Even Darkness can be just as noble." See? Fascinating characters always made and yet go unappreciated, kinda like Hikaru No Go.*

Fourth thing is I always manage to do is contradict myself no matter what. How? Natural Talent my friends. It takes special skills to manage to contradict yourself.

And lastly the fifth fact you must know about me.

I'm possibly insane.

Hello people I am Grace.

Grace meet Death.

It wasn't an over dramatic death most would expect from me, but it wasn't the peaceful deaths either. I guess it would be in the middle of Over Dramatic-Normal death meter. Its one of those death mother nature loves to summon on us poor humans. So what was the cause of my painful death, that Mother fucking Nature decided to bestow upon oh humble me?

Earthquake.

One of Mother Natures natural alarm clocks that shake you back and forth, sided to side, and in waves too! BUY NOW! ON SALE FOR $99.99! Sold by Bill Maze here, same seller of OXYCLEAN!

Fuck you Billy Maze! OXYCLEAN IS A LIE!

-cough- Er...back to the story...

Earthquakes weren't unusual, but ones that are enough to make your ancient house collapse on you can kill you. I died on September 16, Sunday, 20XX. Died right in front of the door that could've been my gateway for living for another day. I could have made it, I was only an arm's length away from the door, but I failed to estimate the roof that caved in.

Its debris was crushing me, slowly killing me as the blood pooled around me. I was gasping, the tears slowly overflowing from my eyes, my right arm twitched and fingers still held onto the cream colored bag that held a notebook and drawings. Yeah, I could have lived if I reached the door, but fate had other plans for me.

Fate came to me in form of a sadistic angel named, Frances.

This is where our story now starts

Now, said angel that was currently glaring down at my pitiful bloody self, her pretty face crunched up in a look of disgust as my blood was beginning to stain her lovely Gucci boots. Funny, I didn't know Angels' could wear Gucci. Well, now I do.

The Angel was beautiful, she had long, curly blonde hair that reached her shoulder blades, fair skin, a heart shaped face free of any blemishes, a noble nose, high cheek bones, and striking azure eyes. Her dress was a long white tunic that reached her knees, that at first seemed rather plain on her but if you looked close enough, it showed beautiful doves embroidered with gold threat. She was the kind of woman many would stop to stare at, the kind many women turned green with envy, the one that was capable of making me feel inferior of having someone like her even looking at me. The look she gave me didn't help at all. All in all, she was one of the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

Unfortunately, she killed my non-existent self esteem and shot it to hell.

"Q-Que? W-Who are you?" I narrowed my eyes at her, but I knew what she was,"Are you taking m-me to l-la in-fern-no*?"

"Non," she replied. Gosh even her voice sound pretty! Gack! My self esteem is taking a beating!

I stared up at her, even under the crushing debris, I could still breath, but taking only small, quick gasps. If she wasn't here to take me to hell, what was she here for? I doubt I would qualify for heaven, but luckily I didn't qualify for hell either. Neither hell or heaven. Then...

"P-Purgatory?" I asked, rasping. Dammit, I don't care where was going to drag me anymore, just hurry up and take my damn soul! No other pain could hurt as much as the one I am going through right now! And I'm pretty fucking sure my liver is supposed to be inside me! Not spilling out like last nights meatballs! Its a miracle that I'm still conscious.

"Non," she replied, smiling a fake smile. Azure eyes clearly showing amusement.

O-Oh fuck you bitch! Can't you see how much pain I am in!?

"T-Then w-where?" I growled,"I-I wouldn't q-qualify for c-cielo*."

"Oui, enfant*," she smiled, shaking her head," You aren't going to 'eaven."

"Then where for chienne*, am I going to?!" I hissed out, cursing in the only French I knew.

Her eyes narrowed at the insult." J' ai am taking you to your manifested mission."

Author's note:

Originally this story was "Miracles/ Wish gone bad", but I started to hate it and how the character was quickly progressing Mary-sueness so I tweaked it more and for some odd reason I starting cracking up as new ideas appeared and thought "why the hell not?". So here is the new born story: "YOLO: Miracles".

Enjoy.

*Grace Cruz: which of course means Grace Cross/Crucifix. Cruz is a common name in most Hispanic/Latin names I believe. Er unless I got that wrong go so and notify me so I can fix it. I chose it cause it was one of my Mother's last name's, but also because it will play a certain part in this story. A VERY important part. So important it was capitalized in big letters.

*Ebony: High five to anyone who get's this reference.

*Hikaru No Go: Here is my shameless Advertising: WATCH HIKARU NO GO! WATCH IT! READ THE MANGA! DRAWN BEAUTIFULLY BY OBATA SENSEI*! There will be many references from this anime.

*Obata Sensei: The artist who drew Death Note and Hikaru no Go...that I know of so far.

*Inferno: Spanish for "Hell"

*Cielo: meaning "Heaven/Sky" in Spanish and Italian.

*Chienne: meaning "Bitch" in French, which I advise to not use around others who know or speak French.

*Enfant: Which mean "child" in French.

Thank you for reading.