I woke up to the soothing beats of the Beatles song "Im So Tired." How ironic. I must've fallen asleep listening to them yet again. But who could blame me? They calmed me down. Made me feel better. Helped me get away.
"Luna!" I heard the familiar voice of my mom calling from the kitchen, "Breakfast is on the counter! Im leaving for work!"
Well obviously. Its not like she was ever here. She was always working, work, work, work. Same situation with my dad.
I checked myself in the mirror and sighed. I wasn't ever to pleased with my appearance. I finger-combed my short brown hair, and attempted to rub the sleep out of my brown eyes. Not much of an improvement, but it would do.
I trudged to the kitchen, seeing a box of cereal and an empty bowl sitting on the counter. Some breakfast.
After a couple minutes of picking the cereal out of the box while watching reruns of Spongebob, I decided to do something. I didn't mind being alone, so I decided not to call anyone. I would just go to the roof of the house and listen to some music. It was early enough to catch the sunrise. I skipped to my bedroom, grabbed my most loved possession, my ipod 'George' and went to the bathroom. The upstairs bathroom window led access to the roof. I slipped out with ease, and sat cross-legged on the rough surface. I played "I'll Follow the Sun" and proceeded to stare until the sun came up.
I pushed myself up, to get a better view of the first bits of the golden rays, and a piece of the shackles broke off.
I slipped.
I slid right down the roof, as easily as if it was a playground slide, until I was standing on the very edge, barely keeping myself up. I kept flailing my arms about like you do when you're about to fall. Which I was. My heart felt like it did when you had a mini heart-attack when you play a song and its 20 times louder than you thought it would be. It was pounding.
One step was all it would take to bring myself to safety. One step. I almost had lifted my foot up, when a tiny piece of the ledge crumbled. It simply crumbled.
And I fell.
And then, nothing.
Im not sure how to explain the next part. I was there, but I wasn't. Its as if I was standing absolutely nowhere, doing nothing, but thinking. I could think to myself. I just couldn't do anything.
What had happened? Did I fall? Well no, or else I would be dead. Unless I was dead. Was I dead? Oh god I was dead wasn't I! Im such an idiot! Mom always said to be careful on the roof, or don't go on at all. A sunrise cost me my life! A sunrise! Not that it wasn't beautiful, it was, but I would rather be able to live then watch the sunrise. What now. Was I here forever?
While I was left blabbering, even in my own mind, I didn't notice that I was suddenly somewhere.
There were these golden gates. Huge beyond imagine. Shining so bright, I felt that my thick sunglasses back home weren't enough. I looked down.
I had a body again. I was wearing a white t-shirt, and white sweat pants. Huh.
I was fixated on the gates again. I felt the biggest need I've ever felt in my entire life to get in those gates.
I sprinted, feeling like I had so much more energy than back home. I could run forever. It felt as if I were on clouds everything was so light.
Suddenly there was a tugging sensation around my stomach, as if a cowboy had rode up with his lasso and got it right over me. It was pulling me back, and I resisted. I ran faster, harder, reaching out towards the gates. It wasn't enough. I was being jerked back against my will, away from my only hope, and also from my biggest want in the entire world.
I screamed, and wriggled, and yelled. Nothing worked. I finally went limped and was dragged into the darkness.
Next thing I know, my eyes are fluttering open. To the moon. A beautiful, full moon. Pushing myseld up, I glanced around.
I was sitting on a street, big buildings surrounded me. It was night, and I was alone.
I heard a car chugging up the road so I scrambled up and dashed into an alleyway. A very outdated car whizzed by. Hm.
I walked out, glancing at some pictures on a barbershop window. The hairstyles were terribly large, and the dresses looked as if it was the 60's.
I was so confused. Where had I just been, where am I now, and how was I not dead? A newspaper fluttered by with the small gust of wind. I picked it up, figuring some news would snap me back to my senses. The date said November 13, 1962.
What?
Well that explains the car, the pictures, the dresses, and just the look of the town in general. What was going on here?
"Its going to be alright," a deep voice said. I whipped my head around and saw a man in a white shirt, blazer, and dress pants standing before me. I almost screamed, but there was something nice and welcoming about him.
"It is, is it? Then why aren't I back home eating Lucky Charms, watching Spongebob, wrapped in my penguin blanket, huh?" I demanded.
"You're a feisty one aren't you," he smirked, "anyways, yes its going to be fine. This is your new life now."
"Excuse me?" I put my hand on my hip.
"You died. But you're not supposed to be dead."
