Finding a way home (it's been so long)

5

[word count: 489]
"So, is this heaven or hell?" She asked questionably.
"Well, how do I explain this?, it's kinda like, In between, do you understand?"
"Kinda. But it would be nice if you could explain a bit more" at this point she was eager to hear Brandon speak.
"When you have died a bad death, you go here. Basically, this is the middle. You need to find heaven. When you get there you get the ultimate gift of being holy and living forever in paradise. However, it is extremely hard to get there. So you need to hang in there."
"What happens if you fail to make it there?" She felt a small tink of sadness.
"You go to hell and eventually turn into a ghost" he frowned slightly
"Not to be rude, but, what are you guys doing here then?" She felt bad now.
"Well, I was weak. You see, if you can't make it, you can give up instead of trying and go to hell. When I watched the seven minute video of my life, it was like a fresh wound, being cut right back open again. So, like I said, I was weak, and gave in, then I was put in hell, it wasn't pleasant, I immediately regretted giving up. So, eventually, I escaped. And now my only mission is helping people get to heaven without giving up."
"Wow, thank you so much" she choked up at that last word. She, in all honesty, she has barely ever said "thank you" then again, there was nothing to say thank you for.
"My pleasure, so basically they are still looking for me. And this place is where all of the ghosts that escaped are. I will warn you. Do NOT talk or interact with them. Completely ignore them. They will try and take of vantage of  you to get to heaven."
"Will do" I smiled at him.
"Well you must be tired by now. You can come to my house if you want too."
"Um sure, I kinda have no where else to  go anyway" he smirked at that.
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Brandon's house
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
[slight trigger warning]
I'm honestly scared to death. She thought to herself. What have I gotten myself into? I could have gotten through this. I didn't have to do this to myself. I'm just so weak. They are just words. Sure, they were horrid words but words don't even hurt. She scoffed at her own thought. How could I have even stooped this low? Words don't hurt! Your just weak! That's probably why nobody likes you. Your weak. She thought to herself. She decided to try and block these feelings. But there is nothing to mask in front of it. Usually she would listen to music or talk to a friend. But she had no music. You have no friends either, you never did. The Horrid voice came back again. She just decided to force herself to sleep.