This is the In Between. Not on earth, not in Heaven.
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WENDY'S POV:
"Don't leave me." I mutter as I gripped Luke's hand tightly, not wanting him to disappear like all the others had.
"You have to do this on your own, I can't help you." The blond says simply, but it wasn't simple.
"I have no idea what to do! What even is this place?" I panic, how could he leave me when there's the possibility I could be stuck in the unknown place forever.
"This is the In Between. Not on earth, not in Heaven. Look more carefully." I squint my eyes, looking around in the pitch black, my white glowing skin lighting up Luke's face. Slowly the blurt black images turned to glass cases. A concrete pilar held the cylinder glasses. Row after, row of these.
"What are they?" My voice more hushed than the last time I spoke.
"Paths."
"Paths for what?"
"Futures." Again, a one word answer from the quiet Luke. "Once I leave, you choose one. Could lead you back to us in the diner, could lead you to heaven, could even lead you to hell. It's your future."
"All right." I chocked out, slowly seeing the most form around him and vanish. Attempting to not panic, I turn to the rows of glass cases. I walk, stuffing each one. An object under each glass cylinder. A soccer ball, a key, a golden ring. Nothing seemed to be calling out "Wendy Jefferson."
Passing hundreds of cases, I feel hopeless. I would be stuck in the In Between forever, like predicted. I would never choose a future.
Finally, I spot two side by side cases. One, on the left, holds the shiny flower from the morning at my grave, Caspar. The other, on the right, a Polaroid photo. It was blank and titled Memories in neat black marker. This photo had never been seen by my eyes before, it was black and had no meaning. Yet it called for me.
The flower was living. The photo was black and blank. If I choose the flower, would I be living like it? Or would I join Caspar in heaven, as it was from him. The photo could mean memories is make in earth. Or the blankness could represent me choosing it and not making the memories on earth.
I paced around the cases, still unsure of my decision. I wandered around them, studying every angle. Then, a flicker went off on the flower, the color fading to a gray and then back to it's bright color. That was the trigger.
I pick up the right glass case, placing it on the ground next to me. I let my fingers run along the strap edges. Picking it up in my hands, it lights up like my white skin. I being it to my lips, pressing them to it and shutting my eyes tightly.
When my eyes flutter open, a white light streams through my pupil, blinding me from everything. A voice shouts out in to the whiteness "Wendy?"
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