Happy Death Day

When I finally return to consciousness, it's to find myself in what appears to be an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods. I search my memory, trying to remember how I got here. Unfortunately, all I can remember is someone kidnapping me while I was walking home from the party and struggling to escape. Apparently I passed out, and someone found me and decided to bring me here. Confused and afraid, I sit up and look around. The room I was put in has everything a person would expect in a bedroom. Thankfully, someone was kind enough to leave me a change of clothes.

At least I won't have to walk around in this dirty outfit anymore, I think as I strip off the torn and bloody dress and put on the t-shirt and jeans at the foot of the bed. As soon as I finish getting dressed, I hear the front door slam shut. I freeze, not knowing what to expect. When I hear a TV turn on, I relax and decide to start exploring wherever it is I've ended up. As I make my way towards the sound of the TV, I realize that I'm not in a cabin. Instead, I happen to be in a house that was built to look like a cabin. Whoever had this house built has an interesting sense of style.

Finally, I manage to track down the room where the TV is on. Surprisingly, it's a game room, complete with a pool table and mini bar. As I close the door, the other person in the room turns off the TV and faces me. After a minute or so of awkward silence, I turn to leave.

"Zoey Marie, it's nice to see that you're finally awake."

I let my arm drop limply to my side and turn back around. The person who spoke to me, most likely a male by the sound of his voice, is standing on the opposite side of the couch. He must have gotten up while my back was turned.

"That's nice, but I'm confused," I reply. "One minute I'm getting kidnapped while walking home from a party, and the next thing I know I'm in this building. What gives?"

"Do you really want to know right now? Maybe we should have this conversation after we eat."

When he mentions food, I realize that I'm starving. However, my desire to know how I ended up here is greater than my desire to eat. Keeping my eyes on him, I make my way down the stairs, sitting on the last step. He seems to realize that I'm not going to leave until I get an explanation, so he takes a few steps forward and sits on the ground, facing me.

"So, what is it that you want to know?" he asks me.

"How about you start with how I got here."

He takes a few seconds to collect his thoughts. After about five seconds, he looks at me and begins to speak.

"After you were kidnapped and stabbed, your attacker fled and left you to bleed to death. When you finally passed away, I brought you here to begin training."

"Hold up. Where's 'here'? What training? You're saying I actually DIED a few days ago?" My eyes feel like they're about to pop out of their sockets.

"Yes, you died a few days ago. 'Here' is where the Supernatural Guard is stationed, and the training is to become an official Guardian Angel. That is, if you're willing."

He stops talking, allowing me to process what I just heard. I can train to become a Guardian Angel . . . if I'm willing. If this person was asking me if I was willing to go through the training, why was I brought here? Well, I figure, no time like the present to get some answers.

I open my mouth to ask my questions, when he speaks again. "We bring all potential recruits here. Once they join the program, training starts the next day."

I nod and consider what I'm going to do. Even though I should want to move on, the idea of becoming a Guardian Angel burrowed its way into my brain. After a few more seconds of thinking, I reach my decision.

"I'll join the program."

He smiles, which makes him look about five years younger. "Great. I'll show you around, and we can discuss the program over dinner."

We get up and walk out of the room together.