Chapter 3

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Fire was everywhere. It was like a maze. I was correct. It was a maze. We had to find heaven. I walked right. Dead end. I walked left and then right. Then I walked left again. I walked in front. Dead End. After a few minutes I finally found heaven. Turns out Rose's mother was already there. Heaven was beautiful. Clouds everywhere. Angels flying everywhere. There was a door. We were supposed to go there. I walked to the door. There were a bunch of doors. We have 4 lives only. That means we can only go through the incorrect door 4 times. Then we will die. I went through the 3rd door. 1 life got lost. I went through the 9th door. Another life lost. I went through the 31st door. Another life lost. This was my last chance. My heart was beating like it was in a marathon. My stomach felt like 100 cheetahs were in it.  I was sweating like crazy.  I could die any second. I thought about quitting but then I thought about Rose, her courage and bravery. With my trembling hands I tried the 45th door. It was the one. I sighed in relief. I called Rose's mother. She ran towards me. We were at the next task. We saw a lot of people that died. Like Rose's grandma and grandpa, my grandpa, my auntie, Rose's mother's cousin and other people. Oh My God! Rose was their too! Her mom spotted her first so she ran to hug her. I held her hand  firmly. I told her it could be a trap. She did not believe me. I finally convinced her. A key fell from somewhere. A door appeared. Everyone vanished. It was a trap. We came to our final task. One of us had to write our name in the death journal. That's means whoever will write their name they will die. I knew this was my fault. I picked up the pen to write my name. Rose's mother took it from me and wrote her name. In a matter of seconds she was gone. I cried and cried. Once again the word, "guilt" stroke in my mind like lightning. I saw a door. I went threw it. I saw a glass pane. In it was The Great Angel Knife. I took it. I felt like a hero but guilt was weighing my shoulders down. I took the knife with all my might and broke the defence around The Death Mirror. I tried to walk in but the door was like it was glued. I tried to break through it didn't work. I was just about to break the door with The Great Angel Knife but in a flash Blood appeared.

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