Flowers From Above
Chapter Five
When I first entered heaven it was as if I had woken up from an ever lasting dream. That I'd returned to a place before my birth having no memory of it at all or that my life had been one huge hallucination. My eyes drifted open to see a clear and crystal blue sky with not a cloud in sight. My hand moved where I felt it brush the silky grass below me. It felt strange that dying had almost been faster than going to sleep.
The feeling of being dead was really no different from being alive. You smiled, you cried, you laughed and ran. But here was no air to inhale, or blood running through your veins any more and no heartbeat within your body.
Your heart never really truly died only unless you believed it had and there was nothing left. I never thought that once, I still had my heart and it was filled with nothing but love that would never leave for my loved ones.
I wasn't really dead I was alive in a world of my own.
Apart from the young boy I had met in the field of my arrival I'd seen other boys my age and even younger.
I'd asked the boy why exactly were they so far away from us in the field since they were running around in the distance. Simply he'd told me that they were in another part heaven, some the in-between as they were stuck like I was who weren't ready to move on and the others came to visit from time to time from beyond.
"Were those boys murdered too?" I asked.
"A few but the others were in accidents and the rest died from illnesses."
"I-I see... Will I ever meet any of them?"
"Maybe" He responded.
"How did you...die?"
He looked over to me and softly smiled.
"Our mother had a miscarriage before Takahiro was born."
My eyes widened, this was certainly news, I had another brother.
"You're my eldest brother?"
He nodded.
"I would of been but I suppose God had another plans."
Sadly I slumped my shoulders and lowered my eyes but he'd already saw me. He placed a hand onto my shoulder before lightly squeezing it.
"These things happen Misaki-"
"L-Like my d-de-" I couldn't even say it.
"Don't be afraid to mention your death. What's done is done, there's no point dwelling over the fact that you're dead."
It was true at first I couldn't really believe it that I wasn't alive any more. I was stunned that my killer had been a man I'd trusted and loved to pieces because he actually let on to a common boy like myself when no one else bothered to give me a second glance.
For the first few days I'd felt nothing but hate inside me where the blooming flowers around me in the field soon started to wilt and die from my negativity. When I was alive I never really hated anybody, I had nothing against anyone yet this was too much for me to accept. That man had taken my life, I wanted him dead too.
"You need to let go" He told me.
"I-I can't he took my life, now I'm the dead boy, the lost boy I-I'm nothing!" I cried out desperately to my knees and wept.
For a moment or two he said nothing until he crept over to my side and embraced me around the neck with his small arms.
"Fate works in mysterious ways" He said. "There's plans for us all"
I didn't understand exactly what he meant but I continued to cry my heart out so much I thought it'd break.
My string of memories were the only thing I could hold onto now.