Mission Miss Perfectionist.... The Way to Heaven

One Last Time

She felt weightless. She tried opening her eyes, but it felt like bricks were being kept on her eyes. She could still feel and sense what was happening all around her. In her coma- like state,  all she could see was black. nothing, but black.

She tried to move her arms but wasn't able to do so. Although she felt weightless, she wasn't able to lift herself. Everything seemed fine with her body, but it also seemed lifeless. She tried pushing herself up and when she did, it seemed all to easy. She looked down, and was able to see that her body, was at the same place as it did before. She was shocked and was unable to understand anything until a voice spoke in her head and from all sides of her.

It seemed like the voice was echoing everywhere. It sounded like he was whispering in her ears, as well as echoing and calling out from everywhere.

"Child" the voice said. 

On this she looked around like a lost puppy, trying to find the source of the voice, but to no avail. Again, came the whisper, but it seemed like it was an echo, feeble and distant. She tried looking around, to find who was talking to her , but she saw no one there. As the voice spoke again, she whipped her head in that direction, but saw nothing but air.

"You'll not be able to see me." At this she was even more shocked.

Suddenly a door came into existance, and as it swung open, the light coming from behind the door making it difficult for amelia to see who was standing there.

Whoever it was held backpacks in their somewhat muscular arms. He- or what amelia thinks is he -  started muttering and whispering something. On this point, someone put a hand on the guy's shoulder. He suddenly dropped to his knees and violently broke down  into nerve - wracking sobs. A small, innocent girl stood behind him, trying to sooth him. Then suddenly, she moved around the room and turned the lights on. The boy's face was visible now.

His thick black- brown eyebrows were soaked in tears, and were feeling quite itchy after rubbing for so long. His long hair, the same color as his eyebrow, were sticking around in different directions, after his hand had been run into them again and again, because of pain and longing. His hair was covering his forehead. Through the stands of his hair which covered his forehead, one could see the wrinkled lines of stress on his forehead. His eyes were of the same colour of Amelia's eyes, dark brown and black. Those almod shaped eyes, so very sinilar like Amelia's were filled with unshed tears which made them shine brightly. Anyone could see the grief in his eyes, it was that easy to read. His lips were of the colour of strawberries, pinkish red. He was handsome and attractive. Amelia felt sadness inside her on seeing the handsome face so sad.

"Rodger" said the girl who was standing just behind him. Her face was familiar. She too, was a total mess.

There stood Illiana, behind Amelia's brother Rodger. He was her boyfriend. Anyone coyld see they were in love.

Rodger was still sobbing. Illiana sat in the ground beside him and said,

"Rodger, you have to hold up, you cannot do this to yourself, to me, to Amelia. Be brave, be strong and face the reality."

She stood again and pulled Rodger up along with him. She held his shivering hand firmly and pulled him towards Amelia's lifeless body.

He was trying to hide his tears and not look at Amelia's body but was quite unsuccessful to do so. His lips quivered.

"Illiana,Please tell me that she is just sleeping." He asked desperately.

"Yes Rodger. She is just sleeping but this is unlike any other sleep because she never gonna wake up again." said Illiana, who herself; was shaking her head, as if thinking that this was all a dream, and Amelia would wake up anytime now.