I'm in Heaven

Chapter 5

A courtroom comes into focus.

I see long tables, lots of people, a judge.

But none of it matters.

What matters is the man dressed in an orange jumpsuit, sitting at a table with police flanking him.

Uncle Carl.

The judge pounds the desk with her mallet and she fixiates her gaze onto my uncle.

"The jury has come to a conclusion. Carl Winston Reynolds, you are guilty of murdering seventeen year old Kelsey Reynolds. Your sentence will be 25 years in federal prison. Officers, take him away," the judge announces and my uncle's eyes widen in panic.

He tries to escape from the police's grip, but they're too strong. They drag him out through a side door and his shouts become silenced.

My surroundings change again.

My vision comes back and I'm in the same office with the same lady who hooked me up to the wires. She has a grim smile on as she deactivates everything and opens the door. I walk out and pass the waiting room, where I sense Bryce's eyes on me.

I just continue out the door. Tears are sliding down my cheeks rapidly but I make no noise. I just feel numb. I hate not feeling anything, especially after something that important.

I don't have to look, but I know that Bryce is walking behind me as I head to the car. I climb into the passenger seat and close my eyes. I hear the muffled sound of Bryce getting in the driver's side and starting the car.

I barely notice we're moving at all, and it seems like only seconds pass before the car is in my driveway.

Still silent, Bryce leads me into the house and sits down on the couch. I sit next to him and look down at my lap.

"Do you wanna talk about?" Bryce asks quietly.

"I looked dead, everyone was crying, my sister lost it, and my uncle was sentenced to twenty five years in prison, and they all lived happily ever after. Oh wait, except me, because I'm dead," I bit out sarcastically. Bryce gives me a weak smile.

"You could still have a happily ever after," he whispers. I ignore it though, because it processed.

This happens to almost all of us, something terrible happens, and you understand, and you're sad, but it doesn't really have an affect on you. Then after going through the motions with that tragedy, it's like reality giving you a high five in the face. You realize the outcome of everything and suddenly you don't act human. You process it, and then you lose it.

"It's not fair!" I screamed as loud as I could before I fell on my side and started sobbing. My hands pressed against my eyes and my head being smushed into the couch, I cried. I felt the couch bounce before a dip right next to me notified me that the new source of weight was Bryce.

He put his hand on my back and started rubbing softly, whispering calming words that I couldn't hear over my hysteric screaming. Well played, Kelsey, well played.

Eventually though, my crying stopped and I just lay there looking like a wreck while Bryce sat there comforting me.

"I'm sorry," I sniffed.

"For what?" Bryce said with a cute smile.

"This," I gestured to myself and earned a bark of laughter from him.

"I've seen worse. If I were to compare you to some I'd say you were very calm and you handled that amazingly,"

"You've must've been here when Kim Kardashian's soul got here," I joked. He laughed again and smiled.