heaven was wrong // fillie

new beginnings

all i see it white. i can't even see my own hand in front of my face. what's going on? i attempt to open my eyes wider. no use. the blinding light still remains. i blink fast and hard, things are starting to clear up. a sharp ringing bounces in my ears. i place my hands over them, trying to escape the harsh noise.

i hear a voice, distant and fuzzy. i can't quite make out what exactly it's saying but, i think it's calling out to me. a vision starts to come to me. a boy is standing there. he has black, almost curly hair, and about a million freckles. he is wearing all white with black, and extremely polished, shoes. he stood proudly and yet lazily. i squinted my eyes, trying to see if i knew who it was. i don't think i've ever seen a guy quite like him ever. the voice slowly began to clear up.

"another one of these damn half breeds. that's the third one this month!" the boy barked angrily as he slapped some kind of clip board that he held in his right hand. "what am i suppose to do with another one of these? they just make my job harder." he stomped. he seems to be talking to another man but, it's to blurry to be able to tell of anything. and, i must be hallucinating but, i swear i see some kind of angel wings.

"h-half breed?" i manage to mumble. i put my hand on my head while propping myself up on what i suspected to be the floor. it was strangely soft and yet, it felt like it almost wasn't even there.

"oh god it's awake" he lifts his clip board over his face, almost in fear. did this guy really just call me an 'it'? damn who does he think he is. you'd think people these days would have some common courtesy.

i finally regain my vision and i lift up my head, it felt so heavy. it was a struggle to even keep my eyes focused and opened. everything around me was white. white buildings, white clothes, white everything. i had never seen anywhere else like it. the sky seemed so blue there and the sun so pale against a seemly all white winter wonderland. i contemplate asking this mysterious man where exactly i was but now didn't seem like a good time. he was fed up enough.

"who are you?" i ask him, trying to sound sincere as possible. making him even more angry then he already was was not something i wanted to do.

he scoffed and looked away for a moment. "my names finn. that's all you need to know" he crossed his arms as if he held some sort of authority. i stand up. this weird yellow ring is floating above his head. it's still not completely clear but, i step closer to him, poking it in confusion.

"is this suppose to be like one of those crown things Cosmo and Wanda from Fairly Odd Parents wear? are you like a super fan or something?" i feel like i'm in a complete daze, almost a high. but this one was different then all the others i had felt before.

"no you uncultured swine." he snapped at me as he held his little crowny thing in defense. "ill have you know it's a halo. i earned it many years ago."

"a halo? like the one those little angels have?" i giggled, this guy was full of it. did he seriously think just be i had some drugs in my blood flow that i would really believe this shit? he must be out of his mind.

"exactly like that yes." he responded profoundly as he swept some hair out of his eyes. while he was caught up in his cockiness, i crept behind him to grab what i thought to be wings.

"this is amazing craftsmenship" my finger traced the outline of every feather. it was beautiful. even though this guy was seriously annoying, i couldn't help but be impressed. although, he didn't seem to appreciate my gratitude.

he whipped around furiously, those wings flapped with the strength of a thousand hurricanes. my hair blew into my eyes and he lifted himself off the ground and into the air. i pulled my hair out of my eyes as i stared up at him in amazement.

"w-woah" is all i can say. i had never seen anything like it. how could someone so self centered have figured out something so complex?

he blinked back at me. "you have no right to touch an angels wings in such a way young miss." blush was stained across his cheeks. he grinded his teeth. i could tell i had offended him. but why would he be acting out about something so pointless, it seemed stupid.

"look dude, all i did was touch your cool, mechanical wings. i'm sorry if it offended you or something but you didn't have to go all in character on me" i said sarcastically as i put my hands up showing surrender.

"you really don't get it do you." he replied, steam seeming to come out of his ears. his face had become even more red with frustration.

"get what exactly?" i asked. i was completely puzzled.  this guy made no sense.

"i am an angel. got that sweet cakes. head angel to be exact. i run this place. you are in no position to be talking down to me." he crossed his arms sassily as he stared down at me for above.

"you're not making any sense dude." like i said, this guy is just full of this stuff.

"you're in heaven, millie." he said seriously as his expression hardened.

"you're joking. you have got to be joking." man, where does this guy pull this stuff up.

"believe me, i don't wanna be dealing with you ether but look where i ended up" he grimaced.

"if i'm in heaven," i hesitated to ask "does that mean im-"

"yes. you are very much dead." my heart dropped at those words.

"what?" i was so shocked i couldn't keep my jaw from dropping. he could not be serious.

a small navy colored book appeared in his hand with a snap. "millie brown. age 17. height 5'3. birthday, february 19 2001. death day: september 21st 2018." he closed the book with one hand, it made a loud clapping sound. he looked back at me as he raised his eyebrows.

all i could do was stare down at my hands. i was breathing hard as i tried to think of all the possible ways this could be a hoax. my heart was practically beating out of my chest. i began to feel weak, my knees where starting to give out on me. before i knew it, my head had hit the ground again.

the white had turned, to black.