The Storyteller

April had a wonderful life until she got an abusive and demanding boyfriend. now her life is a living hell but she can't seem to bring herself to end it. when she goes for a walk by a train track she sees a boy standing on them, and the train is coming, without thinking she pushes him out of the way and takes her own life. when she wakes up she is in heaven. She is told that because she took her own life to save someone else's, she gets to return to earth to make sure a story that someone wrote goes according to plan. Her story is Harry Potter (lucky her) so now she gets to go be a witch and make sure everything is how it should be, but that is a difficult task, can she make it happen?

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7. When I Wake

When I jumped in front of the train, I wasn't expecting to open my eyes again, that was sort of the point, but I did. I opened them, not to find myself in a bloody mess squashed up against the front of a train, or in the emergency room, but in a room of some sorts.

It was mostly white, but there were a few pictures here and there, but they all had a really weird painting on them. One looked a very well painting of a wormhole or something. Another looked like a five year old painted a picture of her holding hands with her mommy. Their bodies were triangles and hands scribble circles with long line fingers completely outstretched and witch hair. The floor was dark hardwood around the corners with a plush pink carpet that covered almost the entire floor. I couldn't see the ceiling, it just went up, and faded into a white light. I looked around for a door still lying down but couldn't see one anywhere.

I sat up and saw another girl sitting up as well. She was tan with black hair but violently green eyes. Her hair was really long, if she was standing up it would have gone to mid-femur. I didn't know someone could grow their hair out that long at such a young age. She didn't look much older than 14. The oddest though was that she had big elf ears that stuck almost straight out and were pointy.

I looked at her, she looked at me.

"What's your name, Do you know where we are?" I was really confused and willing to break the ice.

"Alice, I have no clue where we are. I just woke up here, in this bed. I looked down and realized that I was sitting up in a bed. I looked around, there were other beds, and a lot were filled, but none of the other girls were opening their eyes, they didn't even look like they were breathing.

Alice was looking at a picture above my bed. Weird pictures, whoever decorated this room needs a lesson in interior decorating. She pointed to the one that had the wormhole. Now who would hang a picture of a mickey mouse mug. She seemed really puzzled. And now I was to!

"What are you talking about? That picture has a wormhole like thing."

"None of the pictures have any sort of wormhole picture, so I'll assume we are talking about the same picture, and I am confident it has a mickey mouse mug on it." She was pointing to the picture with a stern look on her face. I could tell she was excellent at debating and arguing. I didn't respond.

"Whatever"  we both said at the same time. We both just sat there staring at each other for a minute.

"Well, I'm not gonna sit around here all day, I'm gonna have a look around." Alice got up and stretched. She was wearing a pair of skinny bleached pants and high-top black converse. She also had on a white tanktop that hung low and had a pocket on the boob. I personally didn't love the outfit, but Alice was crazy for it.

She was looking at it with a smile a mile wide and just examining herself. "You know what would make this outfit complete? A leather jacket." Then there was a leather jacket there on her bed post that we both seemed to miss. She smiled and pulled it on. Her smile grew somehow even bigger. "It fits perfectly!" She looked at me and asked, "How do I look? Am I wearing make-up?"

I looked at her, just there beaming. "You look great, and yes, you are wearing make-up." I must have missed the make-up. Her eyes were circled with liner and long black lashes, top and bottom with a pretty lip gloss.

"How long did it take you to grow your hair that long?" I was curious, and I wanted my hair to be long as well, but not that long.

She gave me a puzzled look. "What are you talking about? My hair is the slowest growing hair on the planet. It is just to my shoulders."
I shook my head and gave a fake smile, "No, it's not. It's to your mid-femur." She grabbed the end of her hair and ran he fingers through it until she found the end.

"Holy crap! How long was I out?" She turned to me. "Get up, lets see what your wearing."
I hopped out of bed and looked down at myself. I was wearing a yellow tanktop that to was hanging low with big blue roses on it. I also had on a pair of short white jean shorts and an old western gun holster with a 6 shooter in it. The gun holster was leather and at the end it had a leather strap that tied around my bare leg. My shoes were a pair of those high heel moon boots. I LOVED IT! This was a spectacular outfit.

"I forgot to ask for your name." Alice looked at me with big, wondrous eyes.

"Oh, April."

Alice smiled. "Pleasure to meet you April. Are you coming or not."

I looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm not gonna sit around waiting for something to happen, I'm gonna have a look around."
"OK, but I don't want to get in any trouble."

"Whose here to get us in trouble?"

I shrugged and walked over to her. We walked the entire length of the room, looking for a door but never finding one. After  that was over we started looking around at the other girls in the room. In the very last bed Alice screamed and started to cry. I just at her, bewildered and not sure what to do.

She leaned over and picked up the girl and started hugging her, still just crying. She listened at her chest and came up all teary-eyed and said' "She's dead."

I asked her, "did you know her?"

"Yes, she was my best friend, and my partner in crime. We fought together against the Supreme. Which reminds me, did you fight against the Supreme?"
Now I was really confused. I wrinkled up my nose and cocked my head back. "What's the Supreme?"

Now Alice wrinkled her nose up. "What do you mean, whose the supreme? They rule all of Galaxical Arty? Where have you been?"

"The Galaxical Arty? What is that? I live on earth. What planet are you from?"
"I was born on Scope. No one lives on earth. It  was abandon in 50087. Earth can't sustain life anymore!"

I pondered this for a minute. "Ya know, I can tell your not lying about your life and I'm not lying about my life, so all I can do is say, we are from different time periods."

Alice looked at me as though I was crazy. "That is a load of shit! Then explain how we are both here."

I thought about this as well, and opened my mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a man saying hello; nearly making Alice and myself jump outta our skins.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, but when I discovered that there were two awake, I got down here immediately." The man had a soft face with really short brown hair and blue eyes. But he was short, only about 5'3". We both looked at him and just broke out into a series of questions. He held out both of his hands signaling us to stop talking, and we obeyed. I couldn't tell you why, we just did without thinking.

 

"I know you have a lot of questions. And I'll I do my best to explain. You see, you are both dead."

"WHAT!!!" We both yelled at the same time; round-eyed and open-mouthed.

"That's usually peoples first response, but sadly it's true. You are both dead. When you die, you come here. And depending on how much damage you received from your death, determines how long it takes you to wake up. You both sustained pretty equal amounts of damage, so you both woke up roughly around the same time. You could say you are in heaven, though it's commonly referred to as up top. Anyone who is determined as a 'good' person goes here, everyone else goes to Hell, and yes it is called Hell. There is no time period here, everyone who dies in all of human history ends here. We all wake up looking how we want ourselves to look regardless if that's how you imagined yourself. Your outfits represent who you are and what you want. The three of us are actually speaking different languages, we just here them as our own. The pictures here are actually from your own subconscious, so that means we all see something different for each of the pictures. They all came from our past. Does that answer all your questions?"

Even though his speech was choppy, I could tell he had given it many times, and had answered the most commonly asked questions.

Alice still looked worried. "When will she wake up?" pointing to her friend.

The guy shrugged and said, you two arrived at very different times, about a month and a half apart. But you guys have been out for about four months."

I had been asleep for four months! how bad was that hit?

Alice didn't looked phased at all. "Where can I find out how she was killed?"
"You would have to go to the records department."
"How do I get there. There aren't any doors."

"We go out through the roof."

I piped in, "And how do we do that, Grow wings and fly?"

"Well, almost everything up top is linked to you, so whatever flying style fits you it will be that. Some do grow wings and fly. Usually the innocent, like me. I grow wings."

"So how do we fly?" I could hear in Alice's voice she's had enough of this guy.

"You have to will yourself. Just jump in the air,try and you will."

"That sounds stupid and sappy, but, OK." I jumped into the air and tried to fly, even though I was expecting to kiss ground a second later. Oddly enough I found I was soaring, and I felt top of the world. I looked down to see that there was a purple disc under my feet. I was in surfer position and I didn't even feel it. But I loved it. I went backwards, forward, upside-down, loopdaloop. It was like no other feeling, to be free, no one to catch you, or hurt you, I never felt so good.

All Alice had to do was jump. There was nothing to assist her, it was just her floating through the air.

"The guy looked annoyed. I'm sure he had done this hundreds of times before. "Time to go. You'll get plenty of time to fly later. Just follow me." And he just sprouted white wings and flew straight up, disappearing into the white fog above us. Alice and I just looked at each other, shrugged simultaneously and followed him into the white fog, only to pop up to the prettiest place that one could lay eyes on.
 

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