The room exploded in a blinding flash of light. I watched in horror as the hundreds of doors slowly faded away. Melting into the cool tendrils of smoke that wrapped around my feet.

I was dead.

Everything had happened just as Madam Zara had predicated. Paul had killed me, in front of the pool of reflection, at 12.00pm. I just couldn't get my head around it. I slumped down onto the floor noting all but three doors were gone. They glowed eerily in the dim light above.

I was so not going easily.

No. If destiny wanted to kill me off on my 17th birthday, then screw them. I would just sit on the floor for the next zillion years. Or until Jesse found me anyway.

Jesse.

The memory struck me like a blow in my heart. I'd left him alone with Paul. What if Paul exorcised him or something? I couldn't help him anymore. No matter how much I loved him.

"So here we are. I'm sad to see my predictions were proven right."

I wasn't surprised to see Madam Zara standing above me. I was too exhausted by then. Dying really takes the spring out of your step. I guess it wasn't such a big deal though. It wasn't like anyone was actually going to worry about me feeling totally wrecked anymore. Because dead people don't get tired.

"Apparently so." I replied in a muffled whisper. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek, which I promptly dabbed away. I was not going to cry about this. I had to stay brave right? Jesse did, so, so could I. Or so the theory went.

"I'm so sorry child. But you really must believe me when I say this isn't the end. You still get one more choice."

"To die or not to die? Cause if it is, then I'm pretty sure on the one I'm gonna pick." I told her with a shaky laugh. Not that I found my situation funny. No, not at all. I think I was in hysterics.

"No." she replied softly. I nodded, silent once again. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I realised how much I'd pinned on her saying I did have the choice. To live or die I mean. But obviously not. All those years of building up good karma for nothing.

"Then what?" I asked, hearing my voice crack horribly, "heaven or hell?"

She looked down at me for a moment before replying. She seemed to be weighing up if I was stable enough to hear her answer. I closed my eyes in despair. Things couldn't get worse.

"No." she told me firmly. Obviously stressing that that one was already decided for me. So gonna be hell. I just knew it. Wouldn't that just be my luck?

"You get to choose a door." she told me simply.

I looked at the three identical doors in front with distaste. Great.

"Oh joy. I always wanted to choose the door that leads to my doom." I told her sarcastically. She ignored my comment and continued as if I hadn't spoken.

"Each door leads down a different path."

"Like the yellow brick road?" I asked sweetly. Again, I was ignored.

"The middle door leads to your afterlife."

"Great." I said, eyeing the door warily. Suddenly it seemed a whole lot uglier.

"The door to your right leads back to the beach. Back to your present, but as a ghost for eternity."

I nodded, immediately knowing which door I was going to choose. Jesse was the reason I'd died. Why not go to him to spend eternity together? I mean, I knew that Father D wouldn't go for the idea so much. But he'd learn to deal. I hoped.

"But the door to your left is the one you must choose." She told me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What? No. I want to go back to be with Jesse. He's the one I love. He's the one I died for. I want to go and be with……….."

"No. It will not do. I already told you the last part of your destiny."

"Which was?" I asked feeling extremely pissed off. I was verging on hating her again.

"You would die for your life. You must go through the left door if you are to live."

I stared at her blankly for a moment before blinking rapidly. She certainly hadn't mentioned that one before.

"What?" I asked stupidly. The corner of her mouth creased up in a small smile.

"I told you before. Destiny is not an open book. It has many short-cuts and contradicting rules. Yours was never a straight-forward destiny. You have a fork in your road. It could tilt either way."

"I don't understand. If that door will bring me back to life then what's the problem?" I asked her excitedly. I couldn't believe my ears. I was going to live! I was so sure of myself that I flew to my feet and began to walk towards the door in question.

Madam Zara tried to stop me. Something about time travel and Jesse. But I didn't listen. Because I knew that if I stopped then she could just make me go through another door. I didn't look back once.

Wind whipped at my hair as I got dragged forwards again. It wasn't till I landed and took my first good look at my surroundings however that I realised that maybe I'd been rather hasty.

There was a dirt track beneath my feet where the road had once been. Trees littered the dusty track and I could see the distant hint of grass further ahead. Then I looked up at the proud little house above me. My proud little house.

At least I had my death-day dress on. I had a feeling that it was going to come in very useful.

It felt like I was a time-warp. And not the cool kind either.

I'd gone back to 1850. Oops.

A/N: hehe. This is going to be a hell of a lot longer than I expected.

Why did Suze go back to 1850? What was Madam Zara going on about? Why is Suze suddenly alive? Will she ever see Jesse again?

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