ON OUR WAY TO HEAVEN

4

Elsa, 8:05pm

I slowly opened my eyes expecting to see demons serenading me to hell. Of course I wasn't delusional about where I would end up. I just knew I wasn't a candidate for heaven so I was expecting to see the horned big read eye but instead I saw what looked like a Lebron James museum. My body ached all over. I tried to move but I quickly had a rethink when I felt a fiery pain shoot through my ribs causing me to collapse back on the mattress. My head ached too. How much time had passed? Where exactly was I anyway? I tried to look around the room for clues and soon I became aware of the soft snores coming from right beside me on the bed. I turned my head in the direction of the snores and I saw a girl. Her back was turned to me but I knew it was a girl. A girl built like a dude though. She had a Lakers jersey on over a black short. Definitely an athlete. And from all the gimmicks in the room, it was definitely her room. But who was she and were exactly was I anyway?. My mind drifted back to the night I was shot. The bag had disappeared and I wasn't paid for it. Probably Ratty would think that I was already dead which was a good thing. I could finally disappear. But Ratty was not a fool. He would definitely try to make sure I was dead. He had a strict 'no loose ends' policy. Shit. I had two options; actually die or go back without his money and then be killed. I was still thinking of the various ways my life was fucked when I heard footsteps coming towards the room.

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Kelly

I was woken up by the sound of the door opening and my mother coming into the room.

"Hi baby" she said. She had a bowl of salad in one hand and a black material in the other. I yawned and stretched, training my eyes to adjust to the lightning in the room. "You missed dinner so I brought you this, it should help you get your strength back and like your coach had advised, totally healthy" she finished, pointing at the bowl which she had placed on the dresser.

"Thanks mom" I replied, evidently still sleepy.

"And I found this when I wanted to do the laundry" she said lifting the black material she had in her hands. At first in my sleepy state, I didn't recognize it but when she pointed out that it had a nasty hole in it, all my brain cells reactivated. I quickly turned around to look at the spot the lady had been lying and found it empty. I gulped.

"It seems pretty old and it doesn't look like yours" my mom continued carefully scrutinizing the hoodie again for what I was sure, the second time.

"It doesn't belong to me" I rasped in one breathe. "It's Ethans'. He left it here the last time he came over"

"Oh okay" she replied still oblivious of how fidgety I had become. "I'm actually quite less busy now, let me help him sew up the hole. He's a nice kid. You take care of yourself baby, I will see you in the morning" she gently patted my head and left the room before I could protest or anything.

As soon as the door shut, I jumped down from the bed and secured the lock. I glanced at the bed again somehow expecting that my patient would reappear there but I still found it empty. When did she wake up? What happened? Where did she go? I glanced at the window, it was still closed and locked from the inside. Which meant she was still in my room or probably somewhere in the house. The idea of having a total stranger who I knew nothing of, who might as well be a serial killer, walking around in my house creeped me out so much, I visibly shook. If she was still in my room, then I had just locked us in and that might be the last stupid thing I would have done in my lifetime. I slowly walked to the door, now sweating. I opened the lock but still left the door shut. I picked up my phone and glanced at the lock screen. The time read 8:24pm. When did she wake up? Damn me and my stupid naps. The best move was to call to cops. At this point, that seemed like the only logical thing to do. I dialed 911 on my phone and with shaky hands and heartbeat that seemed to have forgotten it's normal pattern, I waited.