An Angels Destiny

What Happens When We Die?

My sister and I were on our way to school when she asked me, "What do you think happens when we die?" After that question, my life was never the same. My name is Maria and this is my pilgrimage.

"Maria wake up." I hear my sister yell at me. I turned to look at my clock. It was six-thirty Tuesday morning; why would my sister be waking me up this early? We don't leave for school until later. "Maria it's mom. She won't wake up. She won't wake up!" my sister kept saying.

I jump out of bed and run to my mother's bedroom. I see a man sitting next to her with his hand on her arm. I walk up to her and touch her hand, it's ice cold. I immediately feel for a pulse, nothing. "No!" I scream. I wake with a start and immediately run to my mother's room." "Mom please wake up," I screamed, just as my sister comes running into the room. I see my mother start moving, and I realize I was dreaming.

"Maria; baby what's wrong," she asked, concerned as she turned to my twin sister. "Isa what did you see?"

"Mom she was dreaming again and it was agonizing to see. Please don't make me describe it," Isa pleads with our mother.

My maternal twin sister Isa and I share a telepathic bond. If I am dreaming she can see what I dream. I finally spoke up "Mom, I saw y-. I saw you dead. You were ice cold with no pulse. I saw Isa wake me up Tuesday morning to tell me that you were dead." I have had dreams like this in the past where I have prophesied the deaths of my great-grandmother, grandmother, and my father.

"Maria, I'm fine can we continue talking about this in the morning, it's only midnight." my mother said. I go back to my room and try to fall back to sleep. I was awoken a few hours later by my mother. "Maria time for school," she states as I gently wake. I don't feel like I can, but I don't tell her that. I start waking up more but I can't find the strength to sit up.

"Mom I can't stand up," I tell her, putting on my most convincing voice.

"Maria I know these visions scare you, but you have to go to school today. Don't let this vision bother you more than the rest. You could be wrong this time," she says, soothingly.

"Mom I'm never wrong we both know that. When I have a vision it's very unlikely that I'll be wrong. I should know, I have been able to correctly tell who is going to die when in our family."

"Maria, your father is never going to allow that to happen," she says, looking at the picture of my father in his military uniform. My father was killed in action when I was very young; maybe when I was around two or so. But I can remember his dream because he was the first person I ever dreamed about.

"Maybe even dad can't protect you this time?" I say concerned.

"Maybe, or, maybe it might be my time to meet him again," My mother says.

"Don't say that we all agreed we wouldn't accept that for ourselves," I say, angrily.

"Alright, Maria you and your sister better be getting to school."

I stand up and as I do I look in the mirror at the foot of my bed. I see a tall woman, with long hair and semi-trimmed bangs, and dark blue eyes. "Well mom I'm going to check on Isa if she's ready we are leaving, I love you." As we walk out of the house I turn around and pray over it. I'm not religious but I just felt compelled after last night's events to pray.

"Maria, what do you think happens when we die?"

"I would assume depending on your beliefs you would go wherever you believe in."

"So what you think is if you believe in Heaven you will go there, or if you believe in Nirvana you will reach it and be reincarnated with extreme enlightenment?"