Can You See Me Now Or Not?

Can You See Me?

I seem to be floating; my hands touch the clouds as I go past them, touching the surface. It’s so warm, the white fluff is warm as they float away, turning into a shade of grey. I close my eyes, landing on one. They’re now their ice, freezing my legs and hands as they are placed there. They start to cry, their tears fall on the world below them. I pet one, accidently setting off a lightning bolt. As it does, I see house, a quaint little thing, with its old fashioned look and a lovely rose garden swarming the front walls of the house and some even intertwining with the gate.

I stand, jumping off the cloud. What a nice feeling, the cold breeze touches my face, the tears of the clouds wetting my face. My hair pushes back with the wind, causing me to close my eyes. I love this; it makes me feel alive again. My already cold fingers are now numb, turning a purplish colour. As I near the house, I realise one important thing, this is my home, where I used to live before I ended up in the never ending sleep. I land on the ground with a soft thud, like a ballerina, and start to look around.

This place hasn’t changed since the last time I have been here. The grass is up to my knees though, making a mini jungle, or forest, for me to walk in. I stomp over to the front window, looking in. The couch looks as if it has given birth, almost sinking to the floor. The bookcase that used to be on the far right wall, sitting in the corner, is now invisible, someone took it down. Mum always said to me that she never liked it; it was something about the taste and style of it that ticked her off.

I notice photo frames on the walls as well, showing off their pictures to the world, wanting to be the best. One photo is of a family, a happy family that looks to be on holiday on some island. A cheerful girl grins as she holds a fish with her bare hands, her face red from the sun kissing her. I smile, tears falling from my eyes. I was so happy back then; I wasn’t falling ill or on the cliff edge facing the one thing that I dread, I saw Death and his beautiful followers. If only I could turn back time.

The family comes into the living room, turning on the TV. I see they have gotten boring over my five year departure from their lives, however they seem depressed somehow. My older sister looks at me, her hazel eyes fixated on the rain that appears to be falling. Her eyes search the sky, looking for a lost treasure, before turning back to the screen. I stand there for quite some time, before realising that they forgot me.

A sickening feeling comes to my stomach, making me clutch it in pain. Thick tears flow freely from my eyes, a sob is let loose. Why? They don’t even remember who I am anymore, not ever since I died in a bed in the horror house. All the wires and life support they gave me wasn’t enough, and I saw Death, with his long cloak and bony hand, pointing at me. I stared, focusing on the red lights that he called eyes; they seemed to have a secret. He held out a hand to me, saying that I should go with him, that returning to this world of living was impossible. I took his hand, finally giving in, as I walked with him to my new life.

I walk across the sky, noticing that a gate was seen in my vision. It is so grand, a gold blinding light bounces off it, causing me to wince. It opens, revealing a stairwell. I gulp, walking up these stairs, seeing a person at the gates. He smiles, telling that I’m worthy to entre heaven. That gates open.

A blinding light reaches my eyes, as I take a step forward, my eyes widening. Angels were greeting me, telling me that I could do whatever I wish here. A man is seen, he looks like the guy in my dreams, with his muscular form and brown eyes; he is an angel. He grabs my hands, forcing me to run along with him. I smile for the first time I have been gone from my old life.

I’m in Heaven.