“LOOK OUT CARRIAGE OUT OF CONTROL!” I heard someone scream but before I would turn around, it was too late. My name is Isabelle; I was born in England in the 1800’s. Killed by mistake at the age 25, this is a tale of how I began my journey into the next life. Alone in the dark with nothing but a dim red glow for a light I pushed my way through others like myself, alone, and scared.
I didn’t know I was dead at first until I bumped into someone I knew that had passed before me. Her name was Morgan, burned at the stake for being mistaken for a witch. Poor lady, she just knew a lot of herbal recipes to help with sickness or wounds. I’ve been stuck in this place for 120 years; others before me were here longer. I’ve learned about the place I’ve come to call purgatory, a place where you’re stuck between hell and heaven.
I still consider it to be on Earth, just not as bright or loud. It doesn’t have any seasons, not much of a temperature change. Sometimes blinking or closing your eyes to sleep feels like a few seconds, here its years. I guess that’s how it came to be 120 years later so quickly. Recently I’ve heard new voices, I asked Morgan if she could hear them but I’m the only one to hear them.
They sound... Happy, something I haven’t felt in well, a long time. Suddenly a rush of adrenalin hits me like an arrow straight to my heart, a bright eye burning light is beamed on me, so much noise it causes me to collapse. Holding my head I try to grip what’s going on. My mind is drawing blanks, and then it all stops. Calmness comes over me, I hear… A baby, crying for the first time. Taking in her first couple of breaths, information about her is now crammed tightly into my skull. This baby is me, but how? I’m not where she is I can’t see through her eyes. But I know that somehow we are one in the same. Her name is…
Destiny Raenon, born September 25.rd 1920 it’s a dark star filled night with a bright crescent moon smiling like a Cheshire cat upon the world. Her eyes an earthy lush brown, what seemed to be a regular beautiful baby girl was so much more. She is me, I suppose I am here to guide her or myself?
