A/N: Since all I’ve been posting lately is Fanfiction, I figured it was time to post something that isn’t. I wrote this for my fiction writing class (which my professor forgot that he assigned this one but oh well I handed it in anyway and was the only one who did). It’s probably not that good because it’s only a first draft. I have thought of revising it, but not sure if I actually will or not. I liked the idea at first, but not as much now.

“Bethany.” Her head snapped up, tears stopping immediately. Fog danced around her feet, giving the first sign that she was no longer in her bedroom closet.

“Bethany.” She looked to the left. A light shone in the distance, calling out to her. Standing up, Bethany walked toward the light, curious to know what it was. As she drew closer it started to burn her eyes, so she closed them and followed the light by its heat.

“Open your eyes, Bethany.” Slowly her eyelids lifted. The light was dimmer now, less painful. As her eyes adjusted, a woman’s face came into view. She didn’t look very old, but Bethany had the sense that she was. The woman smiled. “Hello, Bethany. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Bethany smiled. She tried to speak, but nothing would come out. Grabbing Bethany’s hand, the woman walked with her around the white room. “Do you know where you are, Bethany?” Still not able to speak, she decided to shake her head instead. “This is heaven.” Bethany stopped. Horrified, she stared at the woman in disbelief. “Don’t act so surprised, my dear. You should have known you would be coming here soon.” Letting go of her hand, the woman walked across the room and sat in a white chair that Bethany almost didn’t see. “Isn’t this want you wanted? Or were you expected to turn up in hell?” Still not sure what to think, Bethany wrapped her hands around her neck, trying to feel any signs of the scarf she had artfully wrapped around it.

“I honestly didn’t expect you so soon,” the woman continued, “but then, you never expect your own children to show up, even when you know they are coming.”

Bethany’s eyes shot open. “You-“

“Don’t try so hard, Bethany,” the woman continued, a sad smile coming across her face. “You’re going to hurt yourself even more.”  A thousand questions poured into her head, none of which she could ask. “You aren’t quite dead yet,” the woman said, beginning to answer her list of questions, as if she could read her mind. “They are trying to revive you as I speak. But the real question is do you want to be revived?” Their eyes met, the woman’s serious, Bethany’s sad. Tear’s started rolling down her cheeks again. The woman stood up and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around her. “Shhh,” she tried to sooth her. “I know it’s hard. I know life is hard, but sometimes we just have to hold on.” Bethany shook her head, mouthing ‘no.’ The woman sighed. “That’s what I thought.” Giving her one more tight squeeze, the light suddenly faded, the woman’s arms disappearing, no matter how hard Bethany held on to her. Darkness surrounded her. Curling into a ball, she cried, repeating over and over, “God save me.”

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