My name is Jessica. Jessica Winston. Jessica Lucille Winston. Well, thatwasmy name. It was my name till I died.
I was murdered when I was only fifteen. I remember the night clearly. It's not normal for a person to forget the day they died. But I'm not normal. I was, but now I'm abnormal. My killer was caught, yes. I watched him be thrown in jail and forgotten, only to be let out after few years. I watched from my place in heaven. I watch today. I watch tomorrow. I will watch forever. I am at God's side now, looking at the people that used to be my friends, looking at the people who are my family. This - this is the story of my afterlife.
I was out. Just out, out renting some library books. I was walking home at night. It was cold. But it was always cold, I lived in Washington, didn't I? Seattle, Washington. That's where I used to live. I was walking home at night, it was about seven. The library had just closed, and I was using the flashlight I had brought on my backpack to read the start of the book I had rented. I was carrying a bag with five other books, books I hoped I would finish before the next week ended. I was a reader, all right. Everyone knew that. All my friends new that. I closed the book as I waited at the corner of Gordage Road for the little walking man to light up, signaling that I could cross.
My friends, they would be pleased I got these books for them. Not only would I read them myself, but Maya would read them too. Maya's parents wouldn't let her go to the library to read the books she wanted, so I got them for her. Ginger would read a few too. Palo would steal some of the books too, probably. And Justin would read some too. They would all read them, and then I would take them back, go to the library to turn them in, and rent out more. Yes, that's how it'll go.
I crossed the street and started to read my book again. I would be home in about ten minutes, right? Yes, that seemed about right. I was only a few blocks away anyway. At the next corner, I turned left - I hated this part, it was too dark on this street. You could barely see, usually I would trip over a rock along the way. I put away my book and used my flashlight to look where I was going. This block was particularly long, too. I hated this street. It reminded me of owls, mice, and the Wizard of Oz. My mind wandered to various things when I was worried.
I was surprised to hear thevrooooomof a car's whirring while I was walking, usually no car was dumb enough to go down this road, unless they lived here. But it was already rather late, why would anyone be coming down here?
I turned around in surprise when the car slowed down right next to me. It was one of those obvious moments when you thought "I should probably run right now, and call for help along the way" moments. Seriously, this idea hasbad idea, Jessica!written all over it. Dark van. Dark street. Men that were probably drunk calling for my inside the van's window. "Hey you," The man called. I backed away slowly, pretending to not have heard. "get back here, we just want directions."
Great. They were a "we". That wasgreatnews. "Sorry." I muttered. And I kept walking, but the car inched along with me.
"Stop walking, missy. We just want to talk."
I didn't have a cell phone, my parents wouldn't let me. Which, at the moment, I was thinking was pretty darn idiotic. "Leave me alone." I yelled. I walked faster.
"Stop walking, if you know what's best for you!" The man yelled at me, and this time I didn't say anything. Instead I ran. I didn't hear any car chasing after me, I only heard a lot of yelling. I just kept running - till I screamed, and fell to the ground.ThenI heard the car coming.
I tried to crawl. I dragged the books along, which was pretty stupid of me. I crawled behind the biggest tree I saw, and turned off the flashlight. There, in the dark, I tried to find out what was hurting so bad. It was in my calf, I knew that. I patted everyone I could, trying to figure out what hurt. Then I felt a liquid quickly running down my leg.Crap.The shot me. It probably skimmed my calf, taking a little meat with it. I ripped off part of my jacket and tied it around the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. All I could hope for was the idiots to leave so I could drag myself over to one of the houses across the street for help.
My luck really isn't good, I should mention that.
There was the crunch of fresh fallen autumn leaves a few feet to my left. "Where'd she go, Ace?" Idiot One mumbled.
Idiot Two, apparently named Ace, grunted. "I don't know, just keep looking Tubs." The crunch of leaves came closer, and I was forced to hold my breath. "I'm pretty sure I shot her arm, she couldn't have gotten far." This guy wasn't so great at aiming, was he. When I was pretty sure that Idiot One was about a foot away from me, I took out the heaviest book from the my book bag (which wasn't that hard, it was the first book on the pile), and hit Idiot One's knees. He didn't double over or anything, but he did look bewildered. I took the chance to crawl to the next tree, but I ran straight into Idiot Two.
"There you are. Thought you'd be smart, now did you?" This guy was definitely drunk. I shone the flashlight straight into Idiot Two's eyes, then threw that heaviest book at him. He groaned as it hit him in the eyes, but I got up and tried to run. The books were handy, do I brought them along, but I couldn't do much when my leg was bleeding this much. I tripped onto the street, the flashlight falling down and rolling somewhere to my right.
Idiot One came and picked me up by the throat. He wasn't doing a very good job at choking me, if that was what he was trying to do. But he dragged me all the way back to the van, the weight of the last four books in the bag on my wrist cutting of whatever blood circulation I had left. He threw me in the trunk, and put a bag over my head. Classic kidnapping. He closed the trunk, I heard yelling, and then he opened the trunk again and whipped the bag off my head. Then he gagged me. He probably forgot. Would you look at that, there was even Dumb Idiot and Dumber Idiot! Totally cliche, would you look at that.
Idiot One bagged my head again, and turned me around and tied my hands behind my back with the bloody piece of jacket I tied around my leg. He tied my feet together too, with what seemed like an old rag. We drove for what seemed like hours. It was probably eleven by the time we got to our destination. Then they put me in a room, in a corner. They pulled off the bag covering my head, and I saw that we were in a garage. The left my mouth gagged, my hands and legs tied. The only thing they changed was they patched up my leg a little - they just added a wet paper towel to the situation. Not the best idea, but enough.
These guys were for suredrunk. I wasn't even sure if this was their garage. But they partied for a good ten minutes, drinking more and more. Eventually they called more people, and more people came. They partied for another thirty minutes, till Idiot Two decided to do a toast. "TO US! THE BEST KIDNAPPER PAIRS OF THE CENTURY!" Only Idiot One and Two drank from their mugs, their friends didn't.
"What do you mean,the best?I'm the best."
"Is your name Ace? Didn't think so."
"Ace and Tubs. No."
"We're not dogs."
"I'd beg to differ."
"You son of a -"
Then something shot. A gun, everyone had them. Someone was shot. They didn't die, because they shot back. Soon enough there were bullets flying everywhere. I figured that we weren't anywhere near a living person, someone would hear otherwise. But they kept shooting, and I was just sitting in the corner.
Until someone, someone so drunk and crazy, they shot so off target, it hit me square in the chest.
I breathed heavily. Blood was dripping onto my leg. The paper towel finally gave way and fell to the floor, and my leg continued to bleed. I was losing blood. Fast. My chest and stomach, my leg, was red. My vision was blurry. I wanted to throw up, but there wasn't anything to throw up. I felt my heart rate slowing down. I looked up, just in time for another bullet to get my forehead.
That was the end.
That was my murder. The forehead shot ended me, and I died.
God is with me now, I'm up there. The next day, I wanted to look at the world. I asked God if I could go down, and of course he said yes, that I could go up and down as I pleased. So I went down the next day, to find my family. Shouldn't be too hard. I went down, everyday, just to see what everyone was doing, and I cried everyday.
My life, though it is history, I look at the people from it every day. My afterlife will always exist. But, as many people up here in heaven agree, life was much better.