10 Tears to Deal with God

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Dealing with the messenger of God

Brightness. That's what I saw when I first open my eyes. Where am I? Why am I here?

Mommy?

Daddy?

I can't see anything but white. What is this? Why am I feeling this? I feel like I'm lying and floating. I can't move in my position.

Then suddenly..

"Heeeeeeeelp!"

"Woaaaah!"

"Mamaaa!"

"Loooord! Help us!"

"My soooon!"

"Huhuhuhu!"

I felt pain and fear. I don't understand what is this feeling. I can see people screaming and asking for help. I can see bloody people lying on the road. I'm hugging a kid with a blur face and then everything went black.

I don't know what is happening. I can't remember anything. If everything went black, then why am I here?

I calmed myself and breath in --- wait? I can't feel myself breathing. Oh my gee! I'm not breathing! Am I? Am I ---- .

"Yes. You're dead."

"What?"

I saw a familiar guy coming to my position. Then swiftly, the white surrounding changed into a paradise. A very beautiful paradise that is so familiar to me. But I can't remember where I saw this. A place with many trees, fine grasses, and a beautiful river flowing.

"You're already dead."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, Aren't you Seraphina Del Valle?"

"It's my name! How come you know me?"

"You're name is written here in my list of dead people."

"OH.MY.GOD! You're San Pedro? I didn't know that San Pedro is still young and handsome." Maybe that's why he Is familiar.

"HAHAHAH!" He laughed at my question.

"What's funny?

"You! Hahaha. Do I look like that old Saint?"

"I don't know! I haven't seen him yet."

"Okay okay! I'm not San Pedro. My name is Gabriel, the archangel messenger of God."

"Really??" Juice Colored! I can't believe I just talked to an angel!

"Yes. For now, I'm the substitute of San Pedro. I'm the assigned angel for a dead person with special cases like you."

"Special case? Seriously? I can't understand what is happening."

"You'll know later. You will still meet San Pedro and he will discuss it to you."

"Okay okay! But how did I die?"

"You can't remember?"

""Am I going to ask you if I can?"

He sighed with my question. I somehow envy him because of that air coming from his mouth. I tried to breathe again but still, I can't feel air from my lungs. I'm really dead. -_-

It's so sad to think that the simple acts that I'm doing when I was still alive was all gone. How painful to accept it.

"Relax! Okay? So here it goes.." he get a big book, flip its page and search for something then continue on what he is saying.