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bang!
"Hey, wow. You're...awake. Hello? Are you alright? Whoa...you had a pretty bad ending, huh?"
Mitch opens his eyes slowly, a bright a blurry figure hovering over him.
"Scott! He just got here, back off." A female voice says annoyedly, pushing the figure away.
He blinks slowly, trying to focus on something or someone.
"Hello, honey...whoa...oh gosh, did you do that yourself?" She murmurs, touching his forehead gently. He stirs slightly, confused and scared as to where he is and who these people are.
"W-where am I? Where is...I--"
"Hey, hey, take it easy...you just got here a few seconds ago, your mind is registering."
She says calmly, brushing hair out of his face to calm him down. He closes his eyes tightly, trying to get the cobwebs out.
When he opens his eyes again, he finally focuses on the girl who sits next to him.
She has curly brown hair and beautiful eyes which are very welcoming. She has a side smile as she tilts her head slightly.
"Hello. I'm Kirstie...do you remember your name?" She asks gently, grabbing his hand and pulling him up slightly.
His head rushes as he sits up, his legs stretched out in front of him.
He's wearing all black, and she wears all white.
"I'm...i-I'm Mitch...i-i don't know where I am?" His breath gets quicker as he looks around at the people staring at him. They're in a garden, he's not sure who's though.
There's a blond man with bright blue eyes laying in his stomach, his chin resting on his hand, another man with a full beard and brown long hair sitting crisscross applesauce next to the blond one, and then another man with warm brown eyes and broad shoulders next to the bearded one.
The blond one wears black as well as the braid shouldered one, and the bearded man wears white like Kirstie.
He looks around before looking back at Kirstie who is not leveled to him since she's sitting on her knees.
"That's Scott," she points toward the blond one.
"Then there's Avi and Kevin." She said, gesturing towards the others.
"Where am I?" He asks yet again, hoping for an answer and also hoping that he remembers what happened soon.
"Oh...well...um, you died. And by the colour of your clothes, it was either murder, suicide, or a tragic accident. Black clothes signify tragic death. How did you die?"
She asks curiously, putting her hands in her lap.
Mitch stammers, truly not remembering.
"Hey, don't be scared...you're safe and okay now. It'll come back to you. And, if you never remember, we can always go to The One to tell you what happened."
Mitch narrows his eyes at her, this is all crazy.
"The one?"
She nods with a smile. "Yeah. He's like the God of Imperfect. He knows how everyone died and he's very, very nice. He's actually God's brother so they look alike--"
"W-what!?"
He asks, baffled. Kevin shakes his head slightly at Kirstie. "Kitty, he just got here. You're freaking him out. Let him relax a little bit while I tell him, okay?" She sighs in defeat and nods, slumping her shoulders.
Kevin smiles kindly at him, making eyecontact.
"You're in Imperfect. It's in between heaven and hell. We didn't go to heaven because we weren't...y'know...and we didn't go to hell because we're not evil. We're simply imperfect, but still good. This is like a big neighborhood, there's not too many people here, most people go right past us and up to heaven, but you seemed to get here quick. Oh, also, we all have some sort of reminder about out we got here. That is, of course, if you were in a tragic death. Do you remember anything yet?"
Mitch takes a few minutes to process this new information, the four others chat quietly amongst themselves but he doesn't pay attention to their words.
Memories flood back into his head like water and soon, he's completely relieved.
He believes them. Because he knows it's true, but he doesn't know why. It's like his brain already knows that this is all real.
He clears his throat, making all of their eyes drift towards him. He keeps noticing they all occasionally glance subtly at his forehead, and he knows why.
"I...I shot myself. That's how I died." He admits, touching his forehead as he wonders what's there but doesn't feel a thing.
Kirstie smiles and pats his leg.
"You don't have to tell us why or anything...but you don't have to feel embarrassed about your death. There's a guy named Greg here who died because he was dancing with his cat and then tripped of her and hit his head. But he laughs at it, he says he like it better here."
Kirstie tells him with a giggle.
She then raises her eyebrows at Avi.
Mitch physically flinches at the deepness of his voice, it vibrates in his chest.
"I died from a seizure. My sister is actually here too, she died from a car accident a few years before."
He tells Mitch casually as if this is a normal conversation between two friends.
"I drowned in the lake. Gosh, I told my mom I needed swimming lessons." He joked, they all laughed slightly.
Mitch was just in shock. Their all joking and laughing about their own deaths.
"I died from leukemia. Very peaceful, though. My mom and best friend were there with me, so I had a nice passing. "
Kirstie answers, smiling slightly before glancing at Scott.
He smiles kindly, glancing up at Mitch's forehead which is becoming his new insecurity.
"I actually died from a shot, too. I mean, I didn't do it myself, it was simply a hate crime. But hey, it got hella publicity and now people now the reality of homophobia so, it's kind of a good thing."
Scott says, nodding slightly.
Mitch glances around at all of them, they all are so...
"So Mitch, wanna have a sleepover tonight? My house is pretty cool, I have bean bag chairs. Oh wait!-- we should show you your house!"
She suggests, the others agree and stand up. Mitch is still a little weak in the legs and slightly light headed, still surprised that he was here. Dead.
"Here, I'll help you." Scott offers, holding his hand out to Mitch. He gladly takes it and gets pulled up easily by him.
"Oh also...when you get here, you appear with whoever your new life will be with. I appeared in Kirstie's house when she was singing Beyoncè, and now she's literally my best friend. Same type of thing with avi and Kevin, minus the Beyoncè sing along. So you'll be fine with us, we're not too bad."
Scott jokes with a wink. Mitch's smiles slightly for the first time in his death.
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