The Angel On a Mission

My name is Anica. I live in Heaven. I killed myself when my sister, Linoca, committed suicide because she was bullied. My heart was broken when I found out. So, I killed myself, as to join her. When I entered the afterlife, I couldn't find Linoca and when I asked fellow angels if they knew her, they only gasped in fear and vanished from me. This is my mission to find out what happened to Linoca and why everybody fears her name.

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I stood at the bottom of a tall staircase made out of thick, blue clouds.

  Was I dead?

  Or was I alive?

  Is this all a dream?

  Or, is it reality?

  I turned around. In front of me was the small, brick house I had grown up in. I walked towards it. It was so familiar, but I felt like- I had been ripped apart from it. Like shoes with those velcro straps instead of laces, when you take them off and rip one piece from the other.

  I walked up the front steps and rummaged around for my keys but they weren't in my pockets. That was because I wasn't wearing my nightdress anymore. I was wearing a silky, white dress, with leaves sown onto it. And on my head, instead of a night bonnet-or as Linoca said I used to call it when I was younger- A sleepy-hat-thingy, I wore a crown made of twigs,with golden leaves wrapped round it in it's place.

  I twisted the door handle. It opened and there, in front of me, was Mama and Papa. I felt like screaming. I was so happy to see them again. And behind them I saw my Grandmama on the bottom of the stairs, her hand on Grandpapa's shoulder.

  I became confused. This- this whole thing, coming home to my family in this position- had happened before. When I first rode my new bike home from school by myself. Without Mama coming to walk home by my side. And- my Grandparents were dead.

  Mama stretched her arms out to me, as she had done before. I ran to her. I tried to hold her hand, but my own just fell through hers. Like she wasn't there... Like I wasn't there.

  I tried to hug her, to hug Papa too. Nothing worked.

  "We're so proud of you, darling," Mama said. She had said that the day I had come home too. She was proud. I could see it, Papa and Mama's faces were so merry and bright and proud.

I moved over to my Grandparents.

  "It get's easier." Grandpapa said. That hadn't been what he had said on the day I had come home though... He had said: "Very, very proud,"

  I reached out to touch him. Even though I well knew what was in store for me. My hand was going to fall through his shoulder.

But, it didn't. I could feel him. He placed his hand on top of mine, and Grandmama placed hers on top of his.

   "You're- you're-"

  "We're here, we've always been right here." He touched my heart very gently.

  My tears fell, and I let them fall.

  "Where do we go now?" I asked.

  "Now, it's your time to follow us, dear." Grandmama said.

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