I wake up and it is BRIGHT, like brighter than the future I'm supposed to have, I wonder if Patricia forgot to close the blinds last night. Then I realize that I'm dead. My immediate thought is hospital room, but the place is too bright. So I opened my eyes slowly and I blink a couple times, and all I see are two lines.
One line says heaven and, the other, hell, so I walk up to my designated line and they decline me as soon as I walk up. "Hey, sweet cheeks, you don't belong here. Go through the door and there will see a set of stairs, go up the stairs and there will be a door. Go through the door!" The man, or what I'm assuming is a man he was red, fat, and tiny with little blue wings poking out of his back, says in a gruff almost Brooklyn style accent. And so I do what the man says. After I complete his instructions, I come across a man who may be a little older that what I imagine my dad to be. If he was still alive.
He gestures for me to sit down, I instantly feel very comfortable around him. It scares me. "You are Anna, you had a pretty terrible life and killed yourself in reaction to your friends imminent death." He seemed mockingly, and genuinely, sad about my life." So to make up for your circumstances, I will offer you a deal to live a better life. You will get a new life without imperfections, all you need to do is help a girl with a better situation than you. I'll give you one day to think about it, if you refuse my offer then it is simple. You will go to hell." His voice was clean and crisp, like a sophisticated person that has never faced a day of struggle in his life. Or a person hiding his despair the best way they can.
"You can call me the helper, I give better lives to the less fortunates. To contact me just say my name." With a snap of his fingers I was away and in front of a building called purgatorial apartments, I spent time thinking about the deal.
How bad could it be? I'm getting a better life, for just helping somebody who is in a better situation. However, I need to keep my memories. I need to know struggle so I won't be in vain, I won't become the spoiled bitches who've made fun of me in the past. No, I won't become them.
So the next day, by the way you could tell it was the next day, the helper showed up. I told him my side and he understood. He instantly became a much more goofier, optimistic person once he knew I wasn't going to say no.
" Bitch I understand, trust me. You aren't the first that died for a reason other than just getting away." In an instant he handed me a contract and pen, he showed me where to sign. And I did. I didn't really look over it, but I trusted him.
