Hello! My name's yas, This is my first One Piece Fanfiction, so I am so sorry for any mistakes! I hope You guys enjoy this! I'll be trying to update as much as possible but my exams are coming up so I will have an irregular updating schedule, but I will try to update as much as possible, BTW this is an OC Story, if you haven't read the summary.

WARNING:

depression, mentions and thoughts of suicide, violence, mentions and hints of rape, and cussing.

Somehow, Katrina knew that she was dead.

It wasn't from the immense pain, nor was it from the fading memory of her sister crying as she died on the hospital bed.

Although those were very prominent indicators, she couldn't remember why she was dying, but her thoughts were confirmed when she saw the 'light' that everyone talks about.

To say it was bright is an understatement. It shone so brightly that she wasn't able to see anything other than the white.

She then heard a deep, raspy voice, and that's when the light dimmed, revealing what seemed to be a little girl with deep red eyes that captivated her.

"Of all things, you had to go and die while saving a someone's life," the voice filled the small room they seemed to be in.

At that moment, everything that happened that night hit her like a truck, and the memory of how she died that night came to her.

Kat's POV:

I strummed my fingers against the cashier's countertop, waiting for someone to come and help me since I was feeling uncomfortable as it was past 11.

"Goddamnit Jen, this is the last time I am ever doing this for you," I muttered to myself, rubbing my head as I remembered what my dear and loving older sister had told me,'Go get me some snack, dumbass. My show's about to start and I can't miss anything, you know that.'

I grimaced, my mind going off to tomorrow's plans. My dad, a marine sergeant, wanted me to continue my training to be a future marine by tomorrow. If he asks, I have no problem with that, but to be really honest, I hated the idea. My dad always wanted a son, but since he didn't have that, he opted out for the next best thing, his 18-year-old daughter. While I loved the idea of helping others, doing it through that didn't seem to satisfy me. Maybe as a child, I always had wanted to be like my dad, and since I have always loved the water, it helped my dad's case. One day though, I don't remember when exactly, but my dad got back from one of his long marine trips, and to his great surprise, I had decided that I enjoyed being free and didn't like being under the control of someone.

I snapped out of my train of thought as a cashier finally arrived and started to scan my things, a bored look settling on his face as he finished and asked if I wanted a bag, causing me to shake my head. He then asked if I wanted to pay with cash or credit, which I replied to by putting the exact amount of cash on the countertop before I placed everything in my backpack and walking out.

The wind blew through my long straight auburn hair, dust particles blowing into my dark eyes, causing me to blink a lot, a smile appearing on my face as I enjoyed the blowing wind. But that moment of peace didn't last long as a shriek broke into my quiet surroundings. I don't know what got to me, but before I realized what I was doing, I was already running to the source.

I saw a young girl, around my age, trying to fight off some guy who was trying to force himself on her. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I shouted as I pushed the guy off the girl, who scurried away.

I furrowed my eyebrows as he snarled at me, getting a good look at his face. But instead of running away, as I expected him to, he stands up and runs at me, taking me by surprise.

After that, everything seemed to go in slow motion.

I had failed to see the glistening knife that he held, and when I did notice it, it was too late since by then he had already tackled me to the ground, the weight of his body holding me down, and when my eyes landed on the knife, it had already gone through my stomach.

He pulled it out and stabbed me again, and again, until I laid there, my eyes fading slowly into darkness as the last thing I saw was the man standing up and running away.

"That was fun to watch," the deep and raspy voice was back as I was back in the small white room, the little girl still there.

"Excuse me?" I muttered as I watched the girl, waiting to see if that voice is really is from her.

The girl didn't answer her but she rolled a her eyes, and let out a loud sigh, before saying, "Sadly, since you died a 'heroic' death, have lived a very peaceful life, and have been kind to everyone no matter what m-"

I stopped the young girl, "Can you for fuck's sake slow down so I can process this?!" I snapped, "Firstly, I'm dead? Secondly, why is your voice so deep? You're just a child."

Yes. I was quite concerned about the young girl's voice back then. Now I look back at it, it seemed quite stupid of me to ask, maybe it was the shock of be dead, or just me having a dumb moment.

The young girl raised an eyebrow, her eyes seeming to darken, causing a sudden feeling of anxiety to settle in me, before she let a loud and honest laugh, causing me to relax and stare at her in confusion.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just, you're one of the very few who ever talked to me like that. I should explain. Firstly, I am the Angel of Death, looks can fool many, but I change my look every other week and I was feeling the creepy girl vibe this week," the young girl started, "my job is to help people like you, people who lived a generous and compassionate life, and then their life ended by doing something heroic. I am here to help you and lead you to where you want to go. Heaven," the young girl explained, rolling her eyes at the word heaven, "or another dimension," she smirked at the last option.

I looked at her in surprise, the worry about being dead slipping away as she finished talking.

"Another dimension?"

"Yeah, I am forced to give you the choice of going to heaven, which is what everyone who died the way you did has chosen for the past 100 years, or another dimension. I recommend being reborn in the dimension opposite of your world since it's always interes-"

"Reborn?" I asked, my eyebrows going up.

The angel rolled her eyes, but she smiled, seemingly happy that I am interested in the dimension idea before she sat down and motioned for me to sit next to her.

"Yes being reborn, or just going back at least 10 years from your current age. It helps you adapt to the new dimension. I can change the way you look, make you eight years old again, and send you to a new dimension, or you can take the boring and peaceful route that everyone has taken and go to heaven," the young girl explained.

I blinked slowly, millions of thoughts running through my mind, but one thought stood out the most to me.

"I regret something," I started, causing the girl to narrow her eyes, "I regret never living my life to the fullest. I regret not going on adventures and taking random trip with my friends and spending more time with my family," I said, my eyes going up to meet the young girl's, who was now smiling at me.

She didn't say anything until she stood up, "I think I know exactly where to send you," she smiled, "any requests before I send you?" she asked, extending her arm out for me.

I stared at her face in shock, "wait I never said any-"

She grabbed my hand, "see you in a few years, kid," she said, and before I could say anything, the bright light was back. Before I even realized what was happening, everything went dark, for the millionth time that day.