Authors Notes: I grew up in a very strict church and many of my characters religious views will be taking from that background. Having said that I stopped being religious and have not gone to church or even read the Bible in many years so this is from a strictly academic viewpoint that I am writing this. So if any of you out there see a mistake in my religious explanations please correct me.
Chapter one
I had lived a relatively quite nineteen years in Jacksonville, North Carolina. The day I died I wore a light blue shirt with sleeves to the elbow and a rose on the right breast complete with one on my many ankle length jean skirts. My butt length hair was pulled back into a neat, but plain braid. Traffic going into town that day was horrible. It might have been the rain, or the fact that it was the first day of back to school. That's why I opted to have my mom drop me off a block away from Carlo's bakery where I worked part- time has a cashier. I hope she doesn't blame herself for this.
"Honey. Are you sure you're okay? I don't have a problem driving you all the way you know." I smiled over my shoulder has a lifted my ankle length skirt to exit the vehicle.
"I will be fine mom. I promise. You just get back Henry to school". Unfolding my bright pink umbrella I stepped out onto the side walk. I quickly traveled the remaining block as there were few fellow pedestrians out with me. As I started to cross the street I could already see Marty stocking some of the cupcake displays for the day through the window. He looked up, saw me, and waved. I raised my hand to return the greeting, but never finished the gesture as a car hydroplaned and slammed into my back.
At first I felt my back exploding in pain. Then I just didn't feel anything and as I lay there totally numb from pain my vision faded in and out on various shoe coming rapidly closer before going completely back. . What I noticed most afterwards when I thought about it was how eerily silent everything had seemed. For better or worse Rebecca Hart was dead. My parents and friends would be comforted by the idea that I was at peace in heaven. But the truth is I didn't go to heaven, but neither did I go to hell. Where I really went is probably somewhere between the two.