The light slowly faded as the poisonous needle stuck into my shoulder. My body tingled as the liquid traveled through it. My boyfriend's cologne lingered in my nose when the liquid reached my brain.
I gulped for air, as my body rebooted. It felt like an electric zap awakened it. My fingers moved over the unfamiliar surface. It wasn't the cold, brick wall that I had sat up against, but a warm, soft blanket. I opened my eyes to see complete darkness. My hands moved up and down, but there was only softness. My eyes got droopy and I tried to stay awake. But, I gradually drifted back into a trance.
*bang*
My eyes shot open, and light blinded me.
I squinted, "Hello?"
"Hello Margaret," replied a low scratchy voice.
My nose was engulfed in a strong perfume smell and I could hear papers being rustled.
"Ho-w-w do you know my name?" I stuttered back as fear took over my body.
"Do not be afraid, I'm the Creator"
"But"
"Hush little one, you must listen then speak. I have to talk to you about your life, you have a mean, cold-blooded soul. The devil himself."
"My soul?"
"Yes, but it's not too late to change."
"What if I don't want to change?"
"Then you will descend to hell, and become the Devil's servant. But, If you don't want to do that you need to become part of the Guardian Angel Squad or G.A.S for short."
"Gas?" I chuckled to the thought of angels sitting around a table during a farting contest.
That's when I realized,"Wait how can I be an angel? I'm alive!"
There was silence.
"Answer me!" I cried. This couldn't be happbening I was alive, had to be.
"No you're not, you died two days ago. After the heroin intake, you and your boyfriend got in a fight. He threw you against the brick wall. Your body couldn't recover from the hit and you died instantly."
" Nooooo," I screamed, " You're lying. Stop. No it can't be no." I started to sob which turned into hyperventilating. I felt warmth embrace me.
"It's ok," he whispered into my ear.
"Nooooo it not, let go of me," I yelled as I pushed him away. "Leave, I hate you"
"But, I haven't finished my offer!" He exclaimed with sadness in his voice from the rejection.
"Finish your offer, then get out of my life," I yelled. As anger boiled inside of me.
"Ok, to save yourself from devil inside. You must join G.A.S. In G.A.S you will help a human save themself from their devil inside. Would you like to see the human?"
"Sure"
"Ok here she is"
A picture of a girl about 14 flashed in front of me. Pictures of her life soared in the air around me in the air. Then clips from magazines and newspapers with captions reading; Homer makes it home and Paige Homer scores winning goal.
"This will be easy!"
"Be careful, she's more fragile than she looks."
Then pictures of her house appeared. It was beautiful on the outside with daisies and the cute white picket fence. But, inside was a different world. Empty beer cans scattered around the house. Blood spots covered the concrete floor. A man laid on the couch passed out, as Paige walked through the door. He woke and started to yell at her. Then he grabbed her and hit her repeatedly. She fell to the ground while blood surrounded her lifeless body. Tears stained my cheeks as I watched her motionless.
"I will do anything in my power to help this girl," I said while I wiped tears away.
There was a sudden flash then silence. I looked around at the room while the smell of dirty socks formed around my nose. I gasped for fresh air, but there was none to be found. That's when I noticed a girls bodied. Now I realized where I was, as I ran to her side. She gulped for air and I helped her sit up.
"Where's my oxycodone?" She asked as she searched the room.
"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.
"My oxycodone and who are you?" She asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"I'm here to help you, to get you away from that abusive man and end your drug addiction," I replied while staring into her eyes. They reflected something nobody would guess from the outside. They showed the pain and grief she went through. I went to grab her hand, but she pulled away.
"Please don't touch me," she said harshly,"Leave me alone."
"But, I want to help you!"
"I don't need help."
"What about that man? You can't let him continue to do this to you!"
"It's my fault not his."
"How is it your fault?"
"I'm ugly and no good for anything."
"Are you crazy! You're beautiful and an amazing athlete! I want to help you!"
"I don't need help," she screamed at me with hate flooding her eyes.
"But," I tried reasoning with her.
"Some people can be fixed, but I can't. I'm unfixable." She ran to the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife. She made one last cut on her arm before she pushed it through her chest into her heart. Her body fell onto the cold tile.
