Confessions of a Teenage Murder Victim

"Hi. My name is Annabelle Marie Davids. I'm 17 years old, born October 12th 1995, died January 18th 2013. Well, to be brutally honest, I was murdered." Annabelle was your average teenage girl. She had it all; the boyfriend, the parties, the looks and the popularity. Her parents even had the money. Her life was perfect. So why was she killed? With the help of ALIS, the After Life Investigative Squad, Annabelle slowly discovers the bitter and twisted hatred which led to one of her "friends" to murder her.

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6. Apartment Number 92786

I trudged along behind Mikey, silently thinking.

'Where are we going?' I asked, staring at the pure white wings that protruded through his shirt.

'I'm taking you to your apartment. There are places for souls to stay over the duration of their cases. You've been allocated apartment 92786.'

'Okay.' I whispered, my hands gripping on to my arms, crossing my stomach.

'Mikey... this is going to sound stupid... but are you... an angel?' I whispered, staring at the cloud beneath my feet.

He stopped suddenly, and I walked into his back, rubbing against his wings. They were softer than silk, and left a shining substance on my hands and clothes, like glitter.

'Well... Kind of. You know the angels in the bible? Michael and Gabriel? Well, every generation has a Michael and Gabriel born into it to become the next angels when they die. Gabe has been the angel much longer than me, so I'm kind of an Apprentice to him.' He laughed lightly.

'Wow.' I said, shocked. 'Difficult to believe that the kid that used to throw spiders at me is an angel...' He laughed again, and turned to grin at me, before leading me forward again. Clouds materialized at his feet, creating a path for us to follow.

'Don't worry about Anderson. He'll behave now. He can't risk annoying Gabe or the higher ups. If he starts giving you any more trouble though, let me know, okay?' I mumbled a yes, confused about the kind of hierarchy that this strange place seemed to have.

'What would happen to him if he got in trouble?' I asked, frowning. I mean, what can they do when you're already dead? I thought.

'There are ways to make someone suffer; even when they're a soul in Limbo. If Anderson disobeys the higher ups, he'll regret it for a very long time.' Michaels voice was dark and cold, and for a moment I was actually scared of him.

'Look, that's your apartment there.' Michael said, his voice cheerful once again. I peered around his large snow-white wings to see a pure white cloud house. It was plain, and quite quaint and simple, yet I liked it. The door was a plain grey, and had a plaque above it with the number "92786" on it. Suddenly, the loud noise of a horn split through the air, making the clouds beneath my feet quiver and vibrate.

'Make yourself at home Anna. I've got to go, Gabe needs me.' He gave me a final grin before stretching out his immense, beautiful wings, and lifting off, flying gracefully through the air.

I stared after him as he flew higher up and further away, till he disappeared from sight.

I suddenly felt cold, and quickly entered my new home. It was very empty and plain inside, with minimal furnishings; a bed, a table and a singular, lonely chair. All of this was in one room. There was a door opposite me, and when I looked in, all it had was a small shower and a toilet. I guess even souls gotta go sometimes, though I wonder what they eat? What we eat?

I sighed, still confused about how to act in this strange place. No one had explained what was going to happen to me. All they seemed worried about was sorting out my case and getting rid of me. 

What happened when I left Limbo? What was it like? And who the hell were these "higher ups" Michael and Sergeant Anderson seemed so scared of?

I walked over the the bed and curled up beneath the softest duvet I'd ever touched in my life (and death I guess) and slowly drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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