Ghost

Not related to DP

(This is a bit of my own story, please help me decide if I should publsih the whole thing[possibly horrible, btw])

Maybe it was the fact that Charlie was bleeding out that made his overreactive mind finally slow down. Maybe it was the fact that his vision was getting foggy and he felt it. He didn't know what the feeling was, in fact, he didn't know if he knew anything.

Everything was hazy, and nothing felt real. The entire definition of real was starting to turn into a joke, actually. The break in the trees above Charlie showed the stars. Charlie always did love the stars, anyways.

The overlapping panicked talking of the other boys around him became muffled, like Charlie had been shoved into a tank of water. Actually, he even felt like he had. His body was numb, and his vision was blurry.

Then everything became clear, like someone had pulled him from the water.

"Oh, god." Charlie's mind filled with panic as his hands went to his abdomen, where he had been shot. No blood. No.. pain. No... wound. He stared, the edge of hid shirt lifted.

"Ah, yes, the confusion." Charlie jolted, his head snapping to the person who had spoken. It was a child, a young girl around the age of seven. She wore a olden whote dress, flowers laced in her brown hair. Her brown eyes stared at Charlie, as if seeing him as a equation she was trying to solve.

"Who are you?" Charlie frowned at her. They stood in a expansionless white, nothing seemingly above them, around them, or under them.

"I am God." The child didn't move, but their eyes settled on staring at Charlie's eyes. "And this is Purgatory."

Charlie glanced around. "I'm not impressed."

"Yes, neither am I." God sounded kind of disapointed, actually. "Civilization has trickled down to one of it's last remaining angels, and it's..." they sounded really disappointed.

Charlie felt offended, and judged. "So am I not good enough? Yeah, great. I get enough of that from my parents. I don't need it from God, too."

"You got it enough from your parents. Past tense, you're dead." God didn't sound sympathetic, or even remorseful. It was a fact, so they stated it as such.

"I'm not dead. And you're not God." Charlie closed his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands. He couldn't move his legs.

"You are dead, and I am God." They said firmly. "You are now one of my only remaining Angels, so you will serve me."

"If anyone deserved to go be an Angel, it isn't me, okay?! That's how I know you aren't God."

God made a frusterated noise. "Listen, here, you little-" they took in a depe breath, "I need you."

Charlie opened his eyes. God was still staring right at him. "Why do you need me?"

"After 1001 civilization shifted and now every single soul in exist has gone to hell. Which means no angels, no souls. The good is seeping out of my hands as if it was sand. And Hell is something made up, if a soul doesn't go to heaven, or here, in Purgatory, they disappear. Vanish. Poof, into the cosmos."

"Didn't you creat the cosmos?"

"No!" God says angrily. "I didn't make everything! I'm not the only god, you know? I'm only THE God! So get your act straight, you-" they took in a deep breath. "I'm sending you back down to Earth. You will do your best to get a human soul to lead their way to heaven."

"But I don't-" God snapped their fingers and Charlie was encased in black for a moment before he woke up in the hospital.