I'm in Heaven

Chapter 2

Picture of Adreanna -----------------> 

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I wake up on a bus, which is strange because I know that I died.

I glance around and see people of all different ages sleeping or just waking up, the conscious ones looking just as confused as me.

A older looking man is walking down the isle having quiet conversations with each of the passengers. When he stops at my seat he gives me a small smile.

He has grey hair and dark green eyes that hold no emotion.

"Hello Miss. Are you comfortable?" He asks in a really deep voice. I nod slowly and carefully open my mouth.

"Where am I? I know this might sound crazy but I'm supposed to be dead." I tell him blankly.

"I know. Everyone on this bus is dead. This is the bus that takes you to Heaven."

"Oh. Where are we going when we get there?"

"To your house of course." he replies, and with that, he turns to the next passenger.

We are all dead. I couldn't seem to wrap my head around the fact that none of us were alive anymore. I look around at the people sitting by me who all have grim expressions on their face. It seemed we were all caught up in what we left behind when we died.

At this thought I glance down at my stomach, bracing myself for the bloody, gory sight I was expecting. I do a double take and gasp when I see my stomach is perfectly fine, as if I'd never been shot. I don't have much time to freak out at this impossible occurrence because suddenly the driver is calling my address.

"Resident, Kelsey Reynolds, of 750 Greenburrow Road. This is your stop."

I stare ahead caught completely off gaurd. How did they know where I lived? More importantly, why were they calling me to get off at my home on Earth? I stumble out of my seat and towards the bus's main door.

"I'm Kelsey Reynolds." I tell him eagerly. The man stares at me with an 'I-should-care-why?' expression.

"Then get off." he says rudely.

I draw back at the harshness of his words and scramble down the steps and onto the sidewalk. As I turn around to face the bus, I catch a glimpse of the back of the bus as it turns the corner.

My mouth hits the ground as I take in my surroundings. This place looks exactly like my neighborhood, from the color of the houses to the bumps in the pavement. There is a slender, black pole with a TV screen at the top standing right next to the mailbox in front of "my house".

A large, white zero is in the center of the screen. I can't take my eyes off of it as I step onto the house's property. The zero suddenly flashes into a large number one.

What the heck?

"It's the number of how many dead people occupy the house," came a deep male voice behind me.

I jump into the air in fright and I'm literally shaking as I turn around.

A teenage boy of about seventeen, my age, stands in front of me. He has brown hair cropped short and eyes so grey they look like the clouds before a storm.

"I didn't mean to scare you." he adds slowly.

"It's okay. I'm just a little confused, is all. What do you mean by number of dead people?" I ask, mentally slapping myself for sounding so pathetic.

"You're new here aren't you?" He asks.

"Would I be acting like this if I wasn't?" I ask sarcastically, but he just smiles.

"Then let me explain: Heaven looks exactly like Earth, except only the dead live here. If you can call it living, more like occupying. Anyway, the house you live in on Earth is the house you live in when you come to Heaven. That pole over there counts how many of the people who live in that house on Earth are dead here," he explains.

"Oh," I respond dumbly, "Then where did you come from? I've never seen you before." He smirks at me and his grey eyes light up with amusement.

"Let's just say I've been here a while," he laughs, waves, and walks into the house across the street from mine.

On Earth, that's where the Paisley family lived. Mr. and Mrs. Paisley only had a thirteen year old daughter, Mackenzie. I've never seen that guy before, but the number on his pole says 2. One for him and one for...? I didn't know who else lived there and then died.

I admit, the situation definitely piqued my interest.

I walk up the driveway and through the front door of my Heaven House, as I've decided to call it. Everything in here is the exact same as it had been on Earth.

Seeing that it's dark outside, I make my way into my bedroom. Every article of clothing I had on the floor from this morning is still there.

I quickly change into a pair of pajamas and lay down on my queen size bed. The silence gives me time to think, something I don't want to do. It's as if realization finally hits me and I process everything that has happened. The facts run slowly but painfully across my mind.

I was shot by my Uncle Carl. I am dead. I will never get to see my mom or dad again. I will never get to see Adreanna again. I will never see any of my friends again.

I break down in tears at the loss of my loved ones. They may be attending my funeral soon and all be grieving for me, but I was the one with the most to grieve about. My relatives only lost one. I lost each and every single one of them.

I didn't want to be here, and I decided I shouldn't be here. I should be driving Adreanna home as she brags about beating me at the bowling alley. I should be greeted by my parents when we walk through the door, exchanging hugs and kisses.

I shouldn't have been shot by my own blood. I shouldn't have been ripped from my life so young. I shouldn't be dead, in Heaven, and all alone. Unfortunately, however, all those things did happen, and it was too much for me to handle right now. So I decide to scream into my pillow and cry until sleep mercifully takes me and relieves me of my pain.

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Okay so that's chapter 2 rewritten. I will definitely be updating a lot more so be on the lookout. Any ideas for how things should go? Anything I should change?

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