I awoke and wiped the sleep from my eyes. After my eyes adjusted, i saw my regular room. But it somehow seemed a little different than before.
I rolled over in my bed. My back was a little stiff, and I had a slight headache.
Someone started to knock on the door.
"HELLO? Elizabeth Brooke Mcguire, age 17, resident of Hillridge?"
"Yes?" I said, with my voice wavering a little. I did not know what to make of this strange voice. It did not sound like my mom or my dad.
The door slowly creaked open. A girl, about my age, stepped in. I had never seen this girl before in my life.
"Lauren," she greeted me, as she stuck out her hand for me to shake.
"Where am I?"
"Heaven."
Whoa.
"You mean...no."
I ran and opened the door frantically, to find not the contents of my house, but nothing. I stumbled, finding that there was nothing to catch my fall beneath me, and Lauren grabbed me by the arm.
"Yeah, Elizabeth, you died about five seconds ago. You are in heaven."
Her words were too much for me to handle. I sat down on my bed and started to cry, and began asking Lauren question.
"How?"
She pulled a paper out of the folder that she had been carrying.
"It says here....car collision....after school, in the school parking lot."
It was all coming back to me now, like a flash of light.
Me waiting.
Me running.
Gordo running after me, and yelling for me to stop.
"I should of waited for Gordo."
"Death is filled with what ifs. You will learn to accept that you made no mistakes when you died."
My tear-streaked face looked up at hers.
"Who are you anyways?"
"Oh, me? I am your guardian angel, but now I am your death conselour."
"Death conselour?"
"Like a pyschiatrist, but to help you deal with death, not life."
"But you are so young."
"Well,,,you stay however you want to look like when you die. Heaven is however you want it to be."
She wrapped her arms around me, and into a hug.
"It will be okay."
I rolled over in my bed. My back was a little stiff, and I had a slight headache.
Someone started to knock on the door.
"HELLO? Elizabeth Brooke Mcguire, age 17, resident of Hillridge?"
"Yes?" I said, with my voice wavering a little. I did not know what to make of this strange voice. It did not sound like my mom or my dad.
The door slowly creaked open. A girl, about my age, stepped in. I had never seen this girl before in my life.
"Lauren," she greeted me, as she stuck out her hand for me to shake.
"Where am I?"
"Heaven."
Whoa.
"You mean...no."
I ran and opened the door frantically, to find not the contents of my house, but nothing. I stumbled, finding that there was nothing to catch my fall beneath me, and Lauren grabbed me by the arm.
"Yeah, Elizabeth, you died about five seconds ago. You are in heaven."
Her words were too much for me to handle. I sat down on my bed and started to cry, and began asking Lauren question.
"How?"
She pulled a paper out of the folder that she had been carrying.
"It says here....car collision....after school, in the school parking lot."
It was all coming back to me now, like a flash of light.
Me waiting.
Me running.
Gordo running after me, and yelling for me to stop.
"I should of waited for Gordo."
"Death is filled with what ifs. You will learn to accept that you made no mistakes when you died."
My tear-streaked face looked up at hers.
"Who are you anyways?"
"Oh, me? I am your guardian angel, but now I am your death conselour."
"Death conselour?"
"Like a pyschiatrist, but to help you deal with death, not life."
"But you are so young."
"Well,,,you stay however you want to look like when you die. Heaven is however you want it to be."
She wrapped her arms around me, and into a hug.
"It will be okay."
