Chapter Two:

"Undertaker? Where are we?" I asked. He didn't answer, but continued to lead me down a large hallway. It was pure white, and had a few men dressed in black, tailored suits chatting quietly among themselves. They glance my way and saw that Undertaker had grasped my hand.

I blushed and once again tried to catch his attention.

"Undertaker? Can we please slow down? I'm still quite weak." Undertaker slowed down, but still didn't answer.

Eventually, he pushed open two big doors, leading into a large room.

"Wow," I breathed. It was a huge library, filled from floor to ceiling with books. There was a balcony and I looked over.

It had more than one floor!

"Welcome to the Reaper Library," Undertaker said from behind me. He gathered me in his arms again and stood on the rail of the balcony.

"What are you doing?!" I asked.

"This is level A. We have to go all the way down there to find the J's," he explained, a wild grin on his face. Then he jumped.

I felt my stomach jump into my chest as he bounced agilely from wall to wall. I clung to him for life. He chuckled and eventually stopped when we reached the J level.

My legs felt like jello when he set me on my feet. I took deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

He sauntered to the books, running a black nail over them.

"Here we go," he said, pulling a book from it's place. He turned to me and handed it to me.

I looked at it, and took it. It looked like a regular leather-back book, with the words Jasmine Marie Opal on the cover.

"This is my book?" I asked.

"No. This is your Cinematic Record." he corrected. "It's your recollection of your human memories. Your shinigami record is currently being recorded." he explained.

"So what do I do?"

"Open it,"

I complied, opening the book.

Instantly, I was enveloped in a movie-like setting. I saw my mother in the hospital giving birth to me, and her holding me in her arms. My father appeared beside her, a proud gleam in his eyes. My mother cried with happiness.

The scene changed and I saw my six-year old self holding my baby sister.

"Her name is Rebecca,"

My father's voice was reassuring and proud, full of happiness. I watched as myself carefully supported her head and cradled her fragile body.

The scene changed once again, and my mom, Rebecca and I were out on our lawn, waving goodbye to my dad who had a military uniform on.

"I remember this," I whispered.

I then found myself watching my mom open the door, Rebecca and I hugging her legs. A uniformed soldier handed her a letter and saluted.

Tears formed as I recalled the day we found out my father had been killed in battle.

I saw us at the funeral, I was now twelve, and Rebecca was six. We were dressed in matching dark blue dresses with black bows in our hair. My mother wore a simple black dress and a veil over her tear-stained face.

Tears formed around my eyes as well as I recalled that dreadful day.

Then I saw the gruesome memory of how I was killed.

The red head looked even more frightening at a different angle. My face was pitiful, full of fear.

The scene ended and my life had officially ended as a human. I stared at the page for a while longer, then looked up at Undertaker, who was waiting patiently.

"I remember everything," I whispered.

A/N: Sorry 'bout the short chapter. I have been busy, so I'm just glad I had everything written out before hand. So please review and I hope you enjoyed!

BTW: Have you guys noticed my new pen name? Do you guys like it or should I just change it back to AgentJp? It's your decision!

Anyway, See Ya'll Later!

~JasmineCrevan