Chapter two

The first thing I could recollect when I became conscious was the rich smell in the air. There was no odor, pollution or anything. The air was so refreshing and clean that my lungs started to hurt because my body wasn't used to handling such air. I Woke up in a coughing fit that last a strong minute or two. It only stopped when a hand was place onto my shoulder and I could finally breath with ease again.

     After I settled down, I finally looked around and was amazed with everything I saw. A tree as big as a skyscraper in the distance, plants so colorful and bright, and I was surrounded by a garden with roses that were vividly red. It looked like heaven; in fact, it was heaven. I died. After this realization dawned on me, my sudden awe drastically plummeted and a series negative emotion surged through me. When my mind finally settled one distinct emotion it was sadness.

    My boyfriend I was planning to propose to, my poor mother and father who is going to have to bury their 19-year-old son, and my older sister will probably relapse again. Everything came crashing onto me all at once and I broke down crying and moaning like a ghost, my regret and sorrow, I expressed all of it as I clasped onto the ground. It took a while for me to recover and that is when I noticed a man standing off to the side watching me.

     When he realized that he has was being watched by me and he didn't stop looking at me but instead decided to approach me. Soon he was towering over me but that didn't last long as he unceremoniously plopped down next to me.

     "Tough day, huh?" He said in a restless voice. If I wasn't feeling so sad already, I'd probably would have gotten angry with him for being so casual about my distress but I really didn't care. I just nodded while rubbing my swollen eyes not even trying to find my current state.

    "I'm god," ... How was I supposed to respond to that? My mood froze with a mute feeling. I just cried in front of god. God! Ah, I can feel a headache coming. He didn't even give me any warning at all and now is watching me with a fixed glaze. Am I going to be thrown into hell? Before I can continue internally freaking out, he luckily interrupted me out of my thoughts.

    "You see there was a miscommunication in the souls management department. Your soul was premature," he said with while gauging my reaction. I didn't know what he expected, honestly, I was dumfoundered. What does he mean premature? Seeing that I was obviously no getting it he elaborated my situation.

     "You died an early death. You were not supposed to die yet." This news hit me like a brick. An early death. Suddenly feeling very hollow and no longer having anymore tears to shed. I sat in silence. God respected my silence and waited patiently for me to respond.

    "What now?" I asked in a monotone voice, my tone even surprised me. I looked him in the eyes, something I've been avoiding out of habit, and I forced my muscles to relax. Trying to change my body to make it seem like I had control over my emotions but at this point we both know that I clearly do not.

     "I have complied many benefits for you: One, a free gift for your troubles; Two, a placement into a new world; Three, an option to retain your memories if you chose so."  His voice was steady but the words he said had awaken me from my sulked, hollow state.

     "A gift?" I asked hesitantly in a whisper like tone. He nodded and smiled at the little enthusiasm I showed.

   "The gift has no negative side effects and can be anything of your choosing." He said basically selling the idea of this gift like it was an expensive car and I was a gullible rich kid. Sounds sketchy but then again, he was god, what benefit would he have screwing me over.

     "For my gift I want for my boyfriend and my family to live in comfort and in good health for the rest of their lives. I want to keep my memories."