Scarlet's Second Chance
I coughed as I
inhaled my cigarette. I always coughed, though.
My eyes slowly went
down to the bag of marijuana I had just bought. My hands twitched
to start doing the marijuana right then and there, but I knew not
to. I had to wait until it was dark. Dark enough so that no one
would see the kid doing drugs.
Yes, you heard me
right: I'm only seventeen.
My name is Scarlet
Donahue. I have dirty blonde hair, long enough to go past my
waist; but I normally wore it in a ponytail. I have green eyes
and freckles that run across my nose. I hated how innocent I
looked. Because I was not innocent.
I dropped out of
high school and ran away from home. For money, I'm a
prostitute. It's not that enjoyable of a job, but it puts bread
on the table.
Today, I'm hidden in
the comforting darkness of an alleyway, smoking.
I decided to go
see if Tiffany, a fellow prostitute I knew from work, would
want to hang out. I exit the alley, check to see if it's safe
to walk, and make my way down the street.
some idiotic bastard wasn't paying attention. I looked over
in surprise and saw a car speeding toward me. I shut my eyes
quickly and felt a long moment of pain before it melted away
felt a soft breeze cross past my face. When I opened my eyes, I
saw a white gate in front of me.
golden sunlight shimmered down from the sky, making the gate
sparkle. I blinked, confused, and whipped my head around. I saw
with shock that I was standing on a cloud, my shoes sinking into
the white fluff.
up at the sound of my name. Standing in front of the gate was a
man; he looked about a few years older than me, with dark hair
and glasses, looking down at a clipboard in his hands. He wore a
blue suit and a red tie. He looked up at me. "Scarlet Marie
Donahue, correct?" he repeated blandly.
nodded shakily. "Yes. Where-?"
"You were hit by an oncoming car at 12:32 P.M.
Died at 12:34 P.M. The driver was talking
on the phone and not
paying attention. Now, let's see where you will
Hit by a
car? Died? Was he serious?
I'm in . . . Heaven?" I choked out.
your first clue: the clouds or the gate?" he answered, sounding
"Who are you?" I demanded.
Justin, the Heaven's Gates advisor," he replied casually. "I'm
here to either welcome you into Heaven or Hell."
heart stopped. Well, not in the physical sense, anyway; that
happened all ready. But I knew exactly where I would go because
of the life I had lived.
made a tsk sound with his tongue. "Hmm, not looking that
great for you, Ms. Donahue," he commented. "It says here in your
file that you dropped out of high school in junior year, ran away
from home, became a prostitute, live in a small apartment in
a-ahem-bad neighborhood, and sell and do drugs. Is that
bit my lip. "Yeah, what of it?"
aren't very good applications for a place in Heaven, if you catch
my drift." Justin looked me right in the eye. "I'm afraid I have
no choice . . ."
"No!" I gasped. "Not Hell! Please!"
distraught. "Well, there is another option . . ."
"What?" I asked immediately. "What is it? I'll do anything.
Just not Hell."
shrugged. "You could become a Guardian Angel for a loved one you
truly care about."
it," I agreed without any hesitation. "And I know just who to
Back in high school, I had an amazing friend named Erica
Saunders. She was beautiful, smart, popular, and when I ran
away from home, I could sense she was heartbroken. Don't ask
how, but I just knew.
is that?" Justin asked.
friend from high school, Erica Saunders," I
Justin snapped his fingers, and a
manila folder appeared in his hands,
with mine vanishing. He scanned through
it quickly, adjusting his glasses. "It says here
she's still alive, and lives in New York City
Journalist? That figured. She had always wanted to succeed
in a career with writing.
it," I said.
"Are you sure?" Justin said, his expression stern. "Once
you're a Guardian Angel, you can't just quit."
shrugged and took a pen out of his suit pocket. He scribbled
something down in another manila folder that appeared in his
hand and snapped his fingers.
I felt warmth on my back. I turned my head to see a shining patch
of light running down my back. Then, two more lights sprouted out
of the path and forming into wings.
course." Justin smiled. "How can you be an angel without
"Your client, Ms. Saunders, is
currently in her apartment in New York
City," Justin instructed. He tossed me
a bracelet with a diamond on the strap.
"The diamond will start bleeping when you're close to her.
And when she's in danger, the diamond will glow red. Understand?"
opened up in front of me. I peered down and saw the open blue
"Good luck," Justin told me, winking.
stretched my wings, and soared down into the hole and raced down
to earth to find Erica and begin my new job as a Guardian
And I knew in my heart that I wouldn't miss my
After for what felt like
hours, I arrived in
diamond began to bleep. Excited, I zipped around everywhere
until the bleeping started racing. Finally, when I was directly
above a tall office building, the bleeping
be the place!" I whispered.
zoomed down to the window where the bleeping got faster. I
glanced in and saw a tired woman with librarian-like glasses
and short brown hair typing over a laptop.
could hear what was going on inside. Erica's phone rang; her
hand went to it instantly and it went to her ear.
she asked. The she sighed dreamily. "Damien! Oh, how are you?
What? Are you sure? Oh, okay. Love you too. Bye." She slammed the
phone down, taking angry breathes in before tears started
swimming down her cheeks. "Why does he keep on
canceling?" she asked.
knew what had happened. Damien, her boyfriend, had canceled on
their fourth date. And it was Valentine's
from her seat, slipped on a brown coat, and grabbed her suitcase
before signing out and walking down to the parking lot and
pulling out and starting out onto the street. I watched from a
noticed with anxiety that the roads were slick with ice from
as Erica was driving, her car swerved at an intersection. I saw
an oncoming car coming straight for her. She was going to
flew down to her car, seconds before it slammed into the other
car, and pushed the front of Erica's car back. It stopped
instantly, inches away from the other car.
saved her from death.
went to her car window, put my head threw the window-which I
can do, since I 'm only there in spirit-and whispered softly
into Erica's ear, "Don't resent me, Erica. And when you're
feeling empty, keep me in your memory. It's me, a great old
friend of yours who is now your protector."
bugged open with shock. "Scarlet . . . ?" she whispered in