How do I get to Heaven?

Chapter 3- I Can't Be

I scrambled away from the car faster than I've ever moved before. I had to be dreaming. There was no way I was truly out here while my body sat in that car.

I tip toed over to the car and started screaming.

"Roz! Rosalie! Wake up! Rosalie!" It felt weird yelling my own name at my own face without a mirror between us. My breathing spiked and I started to panic.

"Jordan! Macie! You need to wake up! Someone, help us!"

I screamed until my throat was sore. I was just about to give up, when I finally heard sirens in the distance. I sunk to my knees and tried not to cry. Finally someone would help us, and I'd wake up from whatever sick dream this is.

The sirens grew louder and louder until finally they were right above us. I could see a fire truck, ambulance, and at least two cop cars. Multiple first responders peered over, and I heard someone mutter "Fuck.. think anyone lived?"

"Only one way to find out." Another person responded. I watched as they lowered a ladder down and took turns rushing down the cliff. Paramedics swarmed the car and looked into each window. It was hard to make out anything as everyone talked over one another.

Police officers blocked off the road and I watched them put up caution tape across the road and along the cliffs edge. Somehow the firefighters were able to yank the doors open without having to rip them from the hinges.

One by one they lowered me and my friends to the ground. Paramedics swarmed Macie and Jordan. They put braces on their necks, and one radioed for an air lift.

I wandered over to the paramedics who stood over my body. They werent working on me... they were just staring.

"Purse in the back belongs to her. Rosalie Harrington. Age: Twenty-three. Local, so my guess is her friends are too."

I opened my mouth to respond, but decided against it. I assumed no one could hear me, since I was dreaming. I wondered if the real paramedics had come by now, or if we were all just lying down here, unbeknownst to the rest of the world.

My shoulders sagged in relief as I heard helicopters whirring in the distance. I went back over to myself as a large officer came up and handed one of the paramedics a baggy.

He opened it up and pulled out somthing long and white. Curious, I moved closer. He unfolded the cloth and handed it to his partner. Together they fluffed the cloth up... and gently laid it over my body, covering me from head to toe.

My breath caught in my throat, my legs felt like led, and I was sure I was going to throw up this time. They had to be wrong. They had to have just missed my pulse or somthing.

Finally I got feeling back in my legs. I turned away and took off into the woods. Tears stung my eyes as I crashed through the trees without knowing where I was going.

I couldn't be. I wouldn't believe it.

When my lungs no longer pulled in oxygen as I breathed, I collapsed onto the forest floor. Sobbs racked my body as I whispered to the trees

"I can't be dead."