Up here where the sky isn't there, yeah heaven that place where we all find out our destiny. The only way to get to heaven is death. I was just a scared kid when it happened to me.
The pressure on my chest hurt. I could feel his bony knees crushing my ribs. I struggled to scream but I couldn't make a sound. In fact I could no longer breathe. The once soft pillow was now hard against my face. They say when you die, that your life flashes before your eyes. What about the kids who haven't lived yet? What was I supposed to see? The only two things I witnessed when my life slipped away from my grasp was blackness and the face of my mother smiling. I know now that I was meant to die that day. At the hands of my own father even. It was my destiny because everything happens for a reason. My death was the birth of something much greater. An angel. Reborn with the memories of a confused and frighted child. At first I knew nothing about saving others.
At the beginning I didn't want to believe them. I was guided by an angel named Chase. He explained to me how things worked up there. He told me who I was and what I was destined to do. I learned that prayers were sent to the angels. Any Angel that wasn't preoccupied. I know now that angels have a duty to help but cannot not interfere with destiny. Everything happens for a reason.That's why even though what happens may be horrible, an angel cannot stop it without dire consequences. Most children are told that everyone has a angel watching over them. The truth is not everyone gets their own guardian angel. There are those who need more than others, they are the ones who are destined to go through horrible events or destined to do good. I had one who watched over me. He battled himself on whether he should save my life. He would lose his soul if he disobeyed. His name was Chase.
My first prayer was from a little boy. He was named James and he prayed for his mom to stop drinking. I knew the rules I couldn't just snap and poof he would have a loving sober mom. No I had to turn events, because even great things can come at a deadly cost. I felt like part me died with the man she killed. This man was going to die that day no matter what. It was destiny. After James's mother killed that man with her car. It took her years to sober up. James was put into a loving foster home. James grew up to become a doctor. If his mother hadn't killed that man, Then James would have spent the rest of his life taking care of her.
I did my duty. Helped save lost souls. No matter what I did what I was told. Inside I felt wrong. I lost count of the years now. I kept helping but feeling so empty. And then one day I was summoned by the higher purpose. I sat in front of a group of great leaders. They had never opened their mouths. But I knew what they meant.
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