• The world isn't a simple place as it used to be. If you wanted to go to Heaven now, you had to have a sort of invitation, a guesture if you may, to enter.
    The only dead ones allowed up there were kings, princes, emperors, those kinds of people. It's too bad I wasn't royalty in this stupid pathetic thing we call the world. The safest place is right at home. That's what my parents told me. But do you call it safe when Three men jump through, yes, THROUGH the windows of your house, tackles you to the ground, throws the girl into the bag, holds a gun up to the girls parents, and the next things she hears is gunfire. She's in the bag sobbing her eyes out and suddenly a moment later, she gets knocked out because of a sudden bump to her head.
    When she wakes up, she's locked in shackles in some kind of log cabin, against the wall too! She looks around, frightened as the devil and suddenly, a man, no, the man that attacked her strolled out gingerly, twirling the gun on her finger. He laughs like a maniac, which is never a good thing, and squats down in front of you, the shoves the gun to your head.
    Well, good news for you, it's not you in the shackles, it's me.
    I sit there, breathing in his rank breath and nearly gagging, but afraid to because the gun could go off at any minute, and let me tell you, I wouldn't want to miss that for the world.
    He grabbed a hankerchief that was half stuffed down the front of his pants and shoves it into my mouth and this time, I do gag. He tears a piece of duct tape quickly and sticks it to my mouth, then put's the gun onto a wooden table by me, but not close enough I can reach. So right now I am thinking,
    Holy meat cow, I'm going to die! What do I do? Can I kick him, NO!
    Never kick a bad guy! Then suddenly, two more of these build guys walk into the room and they smiled crazily like the first. I smiled back, just to be polite, but I think the smile was saying Please don't kill me, Thank you.
    One of the new guys sits in front of me, crossing his legs pretzel style and chuckled a small laugh.
    He whispers something into my ear, but I don't quite catch it.
    It sounded Japanese or maybe french, could be spanish.
    "Do you understand me?"
    That was the first time someone said something I understood.
    I nodded and the man laughed, "Nobody speaks English, 'cept me, ya understand? So be careful what you say girlie."
    I wanted so badly to hold my tongue and not upset him, and I still couldn't talk, so I sat there for a moment, placing his words into my brain.
    My eyes became a dark red and tears slowly ran off my hot cheeks.
    "Aw, don't cry sugarplum," He took his thumb and wiped a tear, "The gun might go off at any moment. As for now..."
    He stood and walked away.
    I sat there and waited for what seemed like years when suddenly, like an hour later, he walked back up to me and grabbed the gun off the table.
    "Listen, what we are going to do it shoot you right now, put an end to your pathetic life. Then we're going to call the cops, erase all evidence, and pretend we're innocent."
    He ripped the tape off of my mouth and pulled the rag out of my mouth.
    "Now, open up and say ah." He shoved the barrel of the gun into my mouth.
    "Five."
    I begged him with my head, shaking it side to side, afraid to speak.
    "Four..." He cocked the gun back and placed his finger on the trigger.
    "Three." I tried to yank the chains from the walls, but the wall wasn't breaking anytime soon.
    "Two..." He gave me a normal frienly smile and sighed.
    "One." As soon as he said that word, he pulled the trigger and I felt a jolt in the back of my head.
    My body froze... I wasn't dead yet.... My body fell forward onto the ground as my blood pumped out from the back of my skull and from my mouth.
    "Oh no! Someone get help! Hang in there...Sweetheart..."
    My eyes were getting teary again from the pain, but I couldn't pull myself to scream. He might have shot something that was preventing me from screaming inside my neck...
    The police arrived not even three minutes later and I was still laying not dead on the floor. A male cop leaned over me and pressed his fingers to the side of my neck. "She's still alive! Get the ambulance over here now!"
    A long stretcher pulled up beside me and two men pushed a different, but small stretcher under me, lifting me up and placing me on the bigger stretcher.
    Another hand was placed on my cold neck, "....She's gone..."
    That nearly broke my heart. I couldn't be dead! I was only fifteen! I had thousands more years to live through!
    Now I sat alone in this black room, not knowing where I was going to be sent, seen as how I had just "Died".
    I set my hands onto my chest to feel for my heart. No pulses went through my hands. I gulped nervously, which sent a chill down my spine.
    There was no way, no way I could be dead...
    My body began to glow a white color and suddenly, the area around me changed from the dull black color to multiple shades of colors.
    On a sign, it said WELCOME TO THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF HEAVEN.