Clouds. Bright, white colored clouds that outstretched beneath my pale feet as I stared at the equally vivid light burning the pupils of my gray eyes.

The silver orbs of mine, moist with raging tears as my hands tried to block the light away from my vision.

I don't want to be here, not now.

My thoughts cried out as the light got brighter and my skin began to burn with the intense heat radiating from it.

I felt warm and numb, but I didn't want this yet.

No, please..

My vision blurred as my tears poured down my ghostly face, sliding to my chin before evaporating into the clouds beneath my toes.

"Do not fret," a booming voice called from the light as I let out a cry in surprise and held my body tight.

"Your time has yet to come, child," the voice whispered, but the sound waves echoed through my ears harshly, making me flinch at the ringing noise that bounced around my head for minutes. "You are needed elsewhere, to protect the soul of another; someone who needs you more than we do."

The intense light decreased as I uncovered my face to see a floating white orb in front of me, with a golden ring spiraling around it with beauty that was indescribable.

The orb moved around my body gently, nipping at my bloody form as the tears slowed down and left my silver eyes glistening under it's vision.

"You shall be granted a second chance," the orb announced as it left my body, leaving me to look down to reveal my body wrapped in a flowing white dress that waved in the new breeze being tossed around from the orb's movement.

I took in a raspy breath, my voice regaining as I looked up from my attire and let out another cry, "I'm not going to die?"

The orb crinkled and waved as a cello sounding laugh escaped from somewhere inside of it, "You are already dead, my dear."

My breath and voice relapsed back into the deepest of my throat as the tears regained once again.

"But death is just the beginning for you, my child."

I finished putting away the contents in the last moving box as I took a deep breath, looking around my new home softly as sobs wretched up my throat.

Death.

My greatest fear aching my warm body as I looked at my glowing hands that gleamed under the sun that was peeking through the curtains.

I am not dead. But I am no longer a normal teenager who gets to live her normal teenage years in the embraces of her closest friends from high school.

No. Instead, I am a involuntary angel who was sent back to earth for the purpose of a man; I have yet to meet.

The orb, whom I could only imagine as the higher being himself, had granted me a second chance at my life. Because I had to embrace a man here in Mystic Falls, Virginia, that seemed to need my presence more than Heaven itself.

Does that even sound sane? However, in my head or not, I still can't accept my new assignment, with my life, that clashed so hard with my first one.

I was always the good child, out of all the troubled ones I was mixed in with. I never got in trouble, or attempted to harm anything. Instead, I sat back with a book and read to the somewhat behaved children, that couldn't read themselves.

Never did I back mouth, or insult a person. Not even those who, quite frankly, deserved it.

My life was never far to interesting, I had friends and a small family that rarely saw each other: but kept in touch. I had a cat named Prisila back when I was eight, and took care of her until she had to be put down because of a broken leg.

I had never questioned how the powers of life worked.

So why do I have to be shown something, that I didn't wish to be shown?

Maybe I'm being ungrateful, and I'm sorry. But for my life to be taken away by the actions it was taken, I partially believe I am entitled some self-pity for my situation.

You try being killed by a selfish man who couldn't wait to get home to open up another bottle of beer and enjoy his drunken life happily.

Which, he did, by the way. With no regret that he had hit and killed a nineteen year old girl who was just trying to stay as far away from the road as possible.

I was about a carport away from the large road that took up the suburban streets of San Francisco, minding my own business, when he decided that the street itself was not big enough for his tiny Volkswagen: and swerved his way into my body.

My life ended on impact, and he was left unharmed and safe to just wobble off and finish his journey home.

So I highly think that my small selfish act, was allowed to take a toll on my new life.

A black vintage dress graced my figure as I let out a huff and made my way down the small sidewalk of the seemingly small town I recently found myself being tossed to.

Was I some type of football in life? Because that is seriously what I feel like.

Being passed around the instant my lights went out in San Francisco, get it?

Don't judge me for my indecent humor. I've had a hard day.

My long brown spiraling curls blew around my moping face, making me feel like I was wearing a fluffy mask just so no one else would notice it.

I stopped at a little cross way and folded my arms across my chest as I noticed a few cars speeding there way past me.

Torture. Maybe I miss interpreted my surroundings, because after my deathly incident; that is all I feel like is being given to me.

So instead of fluffy and innocent looking clouds that my mind could have just came up with to hide the true evil that was, was harsh weapons of slavery and petrifying agony that wreaked of hell.

Sighing, I shook my head and looked both way before I glided across the road with my head held high.

If I was going to endure this new life of mine successfully, I was not going to be that completely innocent child who couldn't take care of herself anymore.

No. I'm going to let my wild side break out and let this place know just how angry I am with my life.

If I can even call it my life.

Remember now, I was only put back here to present my serenity to some man who probably kills kittens for breakfast. Oh how lovely.