As a few have said, this story starts off a little confusing. I did that on purpose! lol. I wan't you to know what its like for Beadu/Bella and to understand where she's coming from. I gave you that prefacey thing because that gives you what she died for and this here is the result of her sacrifice. Enjoy XD

There Is A Door

Beadu P.O.V

When you die there is a door. This is the door. It is not a wooden door, a glass door or like any other normal door -but it is a door to somewhere. Most people would believe that this is the door to heaven and that their sins have been forgiven, but I do not see the door the way others see it.

I can hear music on the other side, unlike any music an instrument can create -with even the strongest harp plucker or artist to attempt it. This is the music of security. It is to lull you towards the door, to make you step through it in order to investigate. I do not feel compelled to investigate.

I hear a voice calling to me. You do not need to be afraid now. Fear is a thing of the past. I look to my right and see a man in white standing beside me, holding his own hands in-front of him. He is looking at the door with me. Others begin to appear, but they do not have white clothing on- they have different clothing. Why can I not identify what is is that these people are wearing? It does not take me long to figure out that these are the dead. Angelic men and women in the white attire appear next to each of these people, and they help them on their way. They hold the shoulders of the elderly, to give them moral support to take the final steps, and they take the hands of the disabled, to bring them out of their wheelchairs and towards something. None of the dead seem to notice the others, but only their assistant, their leader to heaven. It takes me even less time to figure out that these are Angels.

Slowly the looks on each of their faces become relaxed and... at peace... then they fade away. What is happening to them? I think to the man next to me, figuring out that if we really are walking on clouds toward the gate of heaven, that he should be able to hear my thoughts. After all, angels are made to comfort and be Godly.

That is right. We are here to make the journey easier. That includes ridding ourselves of voices, which are completely useless where you are now going to go. I knew the Angel was trying to be reassuring and that another person would find him exactly that, but I feel his words were meant as a threat.

He attempts to rid me of my doubt in his thoughts. Doubt does not exist where we are going either. There is nothing but happiness, it is only what is deserved for what you did.

Now I am confused. Let me guess, confusion is nonexistent there also? My Angel smiles at that. He is a very attractive Angel -back on Earth he would find many ladies swooning for him. No, he replys there will be no confusion either. There will be no pain, hunger, feeling of loss or questioning.

Should you not be prepared for questions? Such as 'what is it that we are all here for'? He smiles again. Obviously my Angel finds me humorous. So what did I do then, to get here? His smile softens even more, if such a thing is possible, and he thinks to me You performed the act of self sacrifice, and that is all you need know. Memories are not needed beyond that door. He gestures to the door. You do not have to pass until you feel ready. As I have said my job is to assure, but not to pressure. I cannot force you to walk through this door anymore than these people can see you. He then gestures to the people around him and hears my question inside my head and answers I thought that it would help you understand more by seeing exactly what is happening -how these people do not doubt what is beyond this door. I turn my eyes from the surrounding people to look my Angel in the eyes. He notices my intention. I know you do not doubt the existence of a God, but you do doubt whether this is the right door for you. I can feel that you are not sure of why you are here, but as I said, all you need do is walk through the door, and feel doubt no more.

I pondered his offer to then realise that I am pondering. I am pondering whether I will let myself go to heaven or not. It is not like I would rather go in the other direction to see if it is better, because I know that Hell would not consist of fluffy rabbits and daisies, however I still find myself making an internal decision. My angel looks at me, the smile slowly but gently fading from his face. It is obvious he has never known anybody sway so close to deciding to walk away from the door, but I look back despite this. This causes him to speak aloud.

"If you decide this is not the path for you, there is no turning back. Despite the great things you did as a human, it is not within my power to give you the key to this door once again." I turn to look into his eyes, which are now pleading. "He sent me here you know. He wanted me to greet you personally. It is not everyday God sends a specific Angel to a new arrival."

His voice is like satin and it fits his beautiful face perfectly. I decide to speak aloud as-well, more in curiosity as to what my voice sounds like. "Why would he ask that of you?"

He is surprised to hear the sound of my voice almost as much as me. My voice is quite feminine, with an American accent. That must mean that I am American! His face crumples once more in confusion. "What?"

"No newcomer has ever spoken aloud here before... He told me you were very different to the others, but he did not say you were capable of bringing your own voice back. How did you do that?" My Angel, is asking me questions? Something is not right here. "No, something most definitely is not right. How did you remember that you are American?"

This information baffles me. Has he not heard an American accent before today? "I have an American accent." He looks at me more questioningly.

"Yes I know all about Earth, but how do you recognise an accent?"

"Am I not supposed to know this?"

He looks worried now. "No, you are not. That is a memory and all memories disappear in heaven -even before you go through that door."

This brings my attention to the door once again, which I had almost completely forgotten about. The music has stopped. My Angel is looking at me full in the face, pure fear in his eyes. Did he not say that is supposed to disappear here? "Well obviously things that should not happen are happening a great deal today" He all but snaps at me. An irritable Angel? No, things are definitely not right.

He thinks to me once again, perhaps in the hope of returning to the normal means of communication and revert back to the normal rules that the dead follow here. It is like I am leading some form of one-man rebellion. You need to go through that door now.

He just said I could go through in my own time didn't he? Another thought hit me then, he cannot force me to go in either. The words in his head paired with the look on his face shows complete desperation and pleading. This Angel is really wanting me to shy away from the decision I am about to make. Correction- made.

Please! This has never happened before and I do not know what will happen to you! My Angels face is physically hurting me now. I do not want to be the cause of antibody's face creasing in agony in such a way, including my Angel's, but I do not want to go through that door any longer. Please... He begs one last time before I turn my entire body away from the door, walking in the opposite direction completely. I see all the Angels stop with their comforting and turn their eyes to me, utter shock on their faces. They cannot stop me -my Angel said so. Well I guess he was my Angel, but now he belongs to someone else.

I sprint for the emptiness ahead of me, hoping I am heading in the right direction, when I see the point where most of the new arrivals are fading into existence of this world, but fading out of the existence of my world. My world is Earth, and I do not ever want to leave it again. I would rather feel pain, doubt, fear and hunger than feel pure happiness. There is just no... character to it. I never want to be numb like that.

I stop to catch my breath as I reach the invisible entrance, which is now my exit, when I realise that there is no need, as I am not breathing. I turn to take in everything around me. I have come further across the... space... that we are all in and I now see other new arrivals that I could not see before. Babies are being carried by Angels, completely at peace and happy. Children are accepting the hands of them, allowing them to lead them to their own door with barely a moments pause.

Children are here. You cannot get children without parents... I have a mother and a father. I will not leave them behind to mourn for me - a hazard of dying that my Angel neglected to mention. Do I have a sister? A brother?

I have a family... was my last thought as I took the final step into the bright white light and into the completely unknown.

Dun dun duuuun what happens beyond the unknown? Review and I might just give a little teaser!

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