~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Strange Places and Identical Faces~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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MY P.O.V
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Isn't death supposed to hurt? Aren't I supposed to suffer or get judged or something along those lines? Aren't there supposed to be two paths to chose from?
If so, why is everything pitch black and why is there a lady that looks like me in a white dress floating towards me? Wait, I think it is me.
"I can't believe it! I knew you should've stayed with Luke!" She yelled, she was pacing back and forth, the long white dress dragging on the floor behind her, well, I think it was the floor.
I tried drowning out her rants but they seemed to be getting louder and louder until it was everywhere. I tried running from it but I couldn't. It was all around me, wherever I went, it followed.
Then I was falling, I didn't know how I fell but I did. The air was rushing around me, my body pummeling to the ground at top speed until I landed. But no, my life didn't end yet. I landed on something soft, a chair. It was about two sizes bigger then a normal chair, red and comfy. It would of been really comfortable if two men with black cloaks that covered their whole body, two men with white cloaks and a lady that looked to be in the middle. She had a black and white cloak.
"Ah, Jessica. You're right on schedule." The lady said with a smile. "To my right.." She said motioning to the black cloaked people. "..Are two angels of death and to my left.." She said, motioning to the white cloaked people. "..Are regular angels. We are your judges." She said.
What is this? A game show?
The lady's body shook with laughter and the angels chuckled a bit. But the two angels of death stayed perfectly still, their eyes dead-set on me.
"Of course it's not a game show." She said, her laughter dying down. "We're here to judge whether you live or die. Now, we must have your choice first and then we shall consult." She said, with kind eyes. This lady was really starting to freak me out. But I knew what I wanted.
"I want to die." I stated. It was as simple as that. I did. I was tired of people being put in dangerous situations all because of me.
The lady nodded, curtly and they all started talking in hushed whispers.
"We have made our decision." One of the angels said. He had a deep voice and it was unexpected to my ears.
"You shall live." One of the angels of death said.
"What? Why?" I asked. I was positive they were going to kill me right then and there.
"Because, Sweety, it's not your time yet. You still have years and years to live and your life wasn't meant to end now. Therefore, you shall live." The lady said.
The chair disappeared and then them and then everything started getting brighter. My eyes were opening.
"I think she's coming to."
"Really?"
"Daddy! Daddy! The lady's waking up!"
My eyes slowly opened to see twinkling eyes and small faces.
"Wow, Daddy, she really is pretty." The girl said.
"She even looks like you, Dad." One of the two boys said.
"Don't scare her, Jordan. We don't want her running away screaming." The older one said. He looked to be about 13 or something like that.
"Wh-Where am I?" I managed to croak. My throat was so dry, it was hard to get the words out.
"You're in my house, Jess." I heard a voice say. I turned my head towards the voice and saw somebody I hadn't seen in years.
"No. It can't be." I whispered.
"Actually, it is. I missed you, Jess." Chris said.
He was here. He was really here. He kept his promise. My older brother kept his promise.
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Author's Note: Aren't you happy she didn't die?
