Everything Was Much Easy, When I Was Dead.

Coffin Is THE BEST Bed.

someone standing in front of the crowd who was one step ahead before them and had her jaw dropped because of my dramatic (and cool) entrance, has ran to my now-acknowledged-coffin and strongly held me in her arms.

"B-bella ?! Bella ! m-my sweet child, oh my god you are alive, what, how, thank you god, thank you for listening to my prayers,

Some people kept shouting, some were dialing something on their phones, that pope-dressed guy kept praying, and some ran to me just like that woman. In a minute i couldn't see anything, besides the sky that was above me.
I kinda liked attention, but c'mon people, give a dead person some respect.

"this is unreal, my child, my sweet child. Thank you god, thank you for the miracle."

What.The.Hell. Woman. It was ME who woke up. And you are thanking to someone else? Who even are you ma'm.

"How, how is that possible, i saw with my own two eyes...i...i saw  how they announced you as dead. Oh my god."

people that were around me started whispering, i hate whispering, it plays on my nerves, especially when they are around me and most likely i'm the one they are whispering about.

once she put her hands on my shoulders and looked at me how mother looks at her hopeless daughter, i had no other words and comfort to give her, she looked miserable who needed love.

-Woman. First of all, put your hands away, Second of all, why am i dead...i mean i was. and Third of all, i don't know who you are, at least i don't remember, from your words i must be your daughter, but i'm not, get it?

As i tried to put her hands away from my shoulders, i also tried to step up and leave that comfortable, fluffy and most convenient coffin i have ever had. Trust me, you will never be able to lay on something good like that. no bed beats that.

I felt. i haven't seen it but i have felt how she was looking at me. I put my legs on the ground and looked at my cool black shoes that went well with my cool funeral clothes. I mean...props to my stylist.

-B-bella...you don't remember anything?Bella you don't recognize me?? BELLA LISTEN TO ME.

whispering.kept.getting.strong.

i wasn't paying attention, but damn that shout did flinched me, as i tried to turn my body towards her, something took over my eyes, then my stomach and all i can remember is how i fell on my god damn face and probably ruined my cool dead outfit.

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-I have never seen something like that before.

"ouch, what the hell happened"

-Well, Howard, it's your first time. In my 30 years of working, this is my second time seeing dead coming back to life after a very long pause.

''what is that smell, and who's mumbling.''

-She's so lucky. I mean, imagine if it was too late. And-

-Lucky? no Howard she's not lucky, especially if she was religious.

"What the hell am i laying on, it feels like a tree. Where's my coffin, give me my coffin back. That shit was fluffy as fuck."

-Look, She's waking up. 

''yeah well nice job genius, wait for you salary to rise up, how could you detect something so rare?'' 

"Damn, you can do better, that wasn't that funny." 

-doc, why did she chuckled.

''loser.''

-must be a shock, or she's still not fully awake. - said the guy on my left with white coat and starting flashing the light in my two eyes. 

-yep she's good, she just needs a rest, let's go. - Aaaand after checking the monitors which tubes were in my whole body, they left. 

''Well that guy knows what he's doing, finally some peace.'' 

NOW. What the hell happened. I wake up. In nothingness, only hearing my thoughts, then sobbing, man telling a prayer, me feeling my body like it was taped with a duct tape for a century, and me feeling the fluffiness of that coffin, opening my eyes and rising up my  hot-dressed-body. How did i get there. What even is my name, Where do i come from. Do i like cats? well i do now, they are cute as fuck. Wait, how do i know what cats are, oh my god.  

Am.I.The.Chosen.one???? 

what are my powers, where is my dragon, it better be a fire shooting dragon, those are cool. Okay. Okay.Okay.chill...um...chill?? WHAT THE FUCK IS MY NAME. oh wait. THAT WOMAN WAS SAYING MY NAME, WHAT WAS IT. uhm..................Blair?  Bailee?? Belinda?  Beatrice? B-brooke? 

-WHAT THE FUCK WAS MY NAME, WHYYY...WHYYY HAVEN'T YOU LEFT ME MY NAME. 

And i shouted in frustration, while pointing to that guy who sits comfortably in the sky. 

-It's Bella...

someone across the room, has said the words, and let me tell you, that voice...was..smooth as fuck. And its author??? mannnnn have i seeeeen the angel. The curled dark brown hair, light green eyes, that i mistook it with brown at first sight and long hands, which one of them was holding the bouquet of white roses. 

-Well, hello thereeee.... - i whispered while measuring his height, (6,1?) 

-I...can't believe it. - he said with hesitation and doubt in his voice. 

-me too...i can't believe it too. 

Please god let it be my boyfriend, please let it  be my boyfriend. 

-I was...there when you bled to death. 

Well that's not a sign of  being happy your  girlfriend is alive. (hope) 

As i was observing his face fully, i haven't even had finished looking at his amusing eyes , he dropped that bouquet of roses and wrapped his long (probably worked) arms around me, boy was i feeling those muscles. AND HIS SMELL? HE HAS A SCENT OF SNOW, I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT HE SMELLED LIKE A SNOW. It  was sweet and cold at the same time, similar to a childhood memory.

-I missed you, i missed you so much, thank you for coming back, thank you. 

while mumbling and probably talking to himself he started patting on my head and brushing my back with his warm hands. 

God, I'm sorry for complaining,  I know i'm still dead and this is heaven that you gave me,  Thank you God, i always loved you. 

-I couldn't bear losing my best friend like that, i couldn't. 

Hell. 

Fuck you. 

-Yeah, umm, you said? best friend? - Probably painful smile took over my face, i didn't know if  i was instantly stabbed in a stomach for knowing that divine was not my boyfriend, or i wanted to slap my past self for not pulling him before. 

-I know...you don't remember me. Yet. Your mother and doctors told me everything, and i'm also sorry i wasn't at your funeral, i just couldn't pull myself together...also it wasn't like you would know or something. 

OMG AND HE'S A CLOWN TOO. LIKE ME.

i laughed at his joke, and not like a genuine laugh, i laughed. FLIRTATIOUSLY. Okay i hope i'm at least a decent looking or this would be cringe as hell. 

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N/A: Dont even try and find logic in this story, i do it as a fun activity.