White. It was all white.
Beca fond that strangely amusing. Mostly because she thought it would all go black and not be white. Black was more her color.
Hospital walls were white. Their beds were covered by sheets and pillow with cases of white. Most hospital gowns were white. Even the sickening smell of antiseptic reminded her of white.
The sky was a dark gray though, as the storm raged on continuously. She was walking from the Bella house, the one Chloe had pushed so hard for, and was on her way to the radio station, still dropping by every now and then despite being busy with prepping for the Worlds and her internship.
Her mood was of a darker shade of gray though, almost black but not quite so. She wasn't planning on storming out after one argument followed the other. One, she broke up with Jesse, it was time she was honest about how she felt, that they were better off friends, and Jesse willingly let her go. For a moment everything was fine, but when Jesse told her that she was still hiding behind one lie and told her to just go for it with Chloe, that unexpectedly escalated into a fight. Jesse accused her of being her beard because she was being a coward and if she was walking away from her safety net then she should jump full speed ahead. Beca was still adamant about denying it all, still afraid, after all, the redhead was the only one who could ever make her feel fragile and she feared that "going for it" meant "falling apart completely".
Irrational? Yes. But True? Even more so.
Two, she had just come home from her apparently not-so-secret internship feeling incredibly smaller than she actually was (she had to chuckle at herself with the height joke she made to herself) when Chloe was having a major meltdown. It was like she became Aubrey 2.0 and Beca was worried for her. She could only fail Russian Lit so many times – it didn't help that Beca accidentally found out that Chloe herself was fluent with Russian and the subject was actually something she was good at. It didn't help that she's been so wrapped up about the Worlds and Beca felt so torn about it. She figured that if they win, Chloe might just be willing to fail again and stay another year for the Bellas, if they lost, she was going to have a major breakdown.
So Beca called her out on it. Chloe called her out on being spaced out. And before they knew it, the whole thing blew up into a major argument and Beca – having the worst day of her life – decided to walk out on all of it.
She was about to cross the street when it happened. The rain was coming down hard, Beca cursed herself for not even bothering with an umbrella or a coat when a car was speeding down the slippery street and lost control.
Instead of the grey sky above her all she saw was red. No, not her blood, but the flashes of a bubbly redhead going through her mind. It was poetic really. They say when you die you see your life flash before your eyes. Maybe Jesse was right, and she was being an idiot, too bad it's too late now. Who knew that one girl would become Beca's whole life?
One last flash of red. And then everything was white.
They worked on her for hours. Beca was now in of those oh-so white hospital beds surrounded by the oh-so white walls surrounded by the God infernal noise of the machines supporting her life. No one was even there. Except for herself.
She wondered briefly if the Bellas even knew, if Chloe has heard. She thought about her dad, Jesse too. If she died, would they know? Would they care?
And then she found it amusing. She saw herself lying down, all cut up and broken, while she herself was standing in front of herself all dressed in – surprise, surprise – white.
Nothing about that made sense.
"No, you're not dead." she heard a young boy who looked to be around nine or ten say. He was leaning on those white walls, his oversized black hoodie that mostly hid his cargo shorts a stark contrast to his extremely pale skin and his shock of white hair. His eyes stood out too. She's never seen anyone with rose colored eyes.
"You can see me?" was the first thing that came out of Beca's mouth and the boy nodded.
"Your corporeal body and your ethereal self." he commented.
"Who- what the hell is going on?"
"You're in a coma." the boy said matter-of-factly.
"You don't say." Beca deadpanned.
The boy laughed a little. "Still have your humor then."
Beca looked at the strange boy with confusion, still trying to process the whole situation. "Who are you? What am I doing outside my body? Why can you see me?"
"Oh, I'm called by many names." the boy started to say. "Some call me the reaper, others a Shinigami, sometimes I'm called Grim. But you can call me Death."
Beca simply starred back at the young innocent looking child in front of her trying to process how something or someone Chloe would have definitely called "cute" was the very personification of Death.
"I'm guessing you thought I would be more daunting than this?" Death says and Beca nods. "Good things come in little packages."
Beca smirked. Death just made a joke.
"Back to your questions." Death then continued. "I can see you because I'm Death. I'm here because you subconsciously summoned me. No one is here, at least not yet, and you wonder if they still care about you. You wonder if you're even good enough, to lead the Barden Bellas, to fight for your dreams, to be with the person you love. And so you contemplate about death, how easy it would be now to just give up, because no one can blame you. No one will miss you, right? Well what if you're wrong?"
"I…" Beca started before taking a quick glance at herself stretched on what could possibly be her death bed.
"What if you never existed, would the Bellas have been better off? What if they never met you? What if you died? 'What if' seems to be the only thing you're concerned about, well then what if you lived?"
"I don't understand." Beca then said.
"Let me show you. Right now you're fighting for your life and you think you don't have anything worth clinging on to anymore. So let me show you and answer your questions, but in the end, promise me you'll answer one of mine." Death says, offering his hand out to the young DJ.
Beca took one last look at herself in that hospital bed. What does she have to lose? No one was coming for her anyways. "Deal." She takes Death's hand as the light engulfs them.
And as white got engulfed by an unbelievable brightness taking hold of them she saw a streak of red.
Red hair. Blue eyes. Running past the spot they just disappeared. One captain followed by equally distressed looking Bellas.
