Recalled to Heaven

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl is brought to a purgatory by a mysterious ghost. Everything is a mix between beauty and Macabre. Things take a turn when she finds her dead father who changes her destiny. Will she save her self or will she take on a responsibility that may leave her gasping for air.

Submitted: October 08, 2012

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Recalled to Heaven By PretiosaVerba

I was woken up by a tinkling bell. Startled I sunk back into my bed. My eyes searched endlessly in the darkness the twinkling got louder, still softly but more dominant. My eyes caught a soft light dancing above the foot of my bed. The form of a lovely young girl was in midair. Her white, translucent hair floated in the air as if she were under water.  Her white dress was so long that I could not see her feet, if she had any.  Her hand gracefully lowered, I think she wanted me to grab her hand. I was too deep in my bed so I could not sink any further. I covered my head with my heavy quilt. My warm rapid breath hardly thawed out the frozenness of under my covers.  I was frozen inside and out.  I eventually peeped out. She was gone.  I rose up and searched around my room.  Gasp! She was at the side of my bed! Her head rested on her delicate arms. The moonlight went right through her. When she spoke her voice was like a sweet symphony of bells. “Fear not dear, I come for joyous purposes.”  My heart was the loudest sound in the room. I found my voice. “What do you mean?” The girl looked up at me and smiled a brilliant grin that seemed to make the room go colder. “You have been chosen, dear one, to attend the ball of the No more.”  I looked at—through her eyes. “Who are they?”  She closed her eyes.  “We are ones who linger in the in between.” That did not sound very inviting. “I do not know…” She sighed. “If you only come with me, then you will be granted a desire.” I thought about that for a moment. “You mean a wish?”  “Sigh, yes any wish your lively heart desires.”  She rose up her dress covered legs were still curled beside her. Her delicate hand reached for mine once again. Her eyes burned into mine, there was something in them. Hope. Longing.  Something as such. I hesitantly reached for hers. I gasped when our skin touched her fingers were hard as marble and twice as cold. In a sudden thrust, I felt as if I had gone through a wave of water from a great height. My once dark room was gone. I looked around me in awe. I was in a ballroom.

The ceiling was fifty feet above my head. The walls were gold, as was a grand fountain in the center of the room the water was liquid diamonds twinkling rainbows as it fell into the bottom. The statue that made the fountain was macabre.  A figure of a handsome man was laying his head upon the form of a beautiful woman, a dagger emerging from her breast. The somber sound of violins and violas playing wove around the ‘bodies’ of the ball goers. Lovely women in corsets and long skirts were swung around in circles by gentleman in old fashioned shirts and trousers. After a minute the gentleman bowed, and the ladies curtsied in return. They then found a new partner. I took a step forward I was at the top of a high stair case I then noticed my nightgown was no more. I was now clothed in a long dark blue, and silver gown. Every finger had a ring overtaken by an expensive looking jewel. A diamond on my pinkies, Rubies on my ring fingers, Sapphires on my middle fingers, and emeralds on my index. My thumbs had only a golden band. My long golden hair flowed past my thigh. My hair was once before darker and ended at my shoulders.  As I got to the end of the top of the stairs the dancing ceased in unison. I had hundreds of eyes on me. A handsome boy, who looked around my age, lent me his arm so I might put my arm through. Unsure I opened my mouth to protest when a cold hand touched my shoulder. I turned and was relieved to have a familiar face. I was shocked however, when I noticed she now had a solid body, her face was white and flawless. She had eyes as blue as the deepest ocean.  Her lips were blue as the midday sky. Her escort was just as stunning. Was just as pale and blue.  As I studied her face longer I noticed her lips were changing to lilac and then hints of pink. She motioned for me to take my own escorts arm. I reluctantly looped my arm through his. The three of them glided down the stairs. I hurried to match their pace. We got to the bottom of the staircase and the girl and I parted ways.  The girl’s floral pink gown flowed behind, her hair was still white. My escort led me to the middle of the dancing area. The people made a path I looked up at them to thank them and my heart faltered. They had no eyes only black pits.  My hand tensed, but before I could let out a cry I was being spun around in a circle. I looked up at my escort’s eyes, which gave me some calm. He had light tawny eyes.  His face had color. His lips were a light pink. I shook this oddity off and silently endured four more spins. My escort at the end released my hands and bowed and I curtsied. He lifted his head. I watched in horror as his features faded. His eyes begun to fade and the color in his face faded and before I could see him turn completely I was pulled away by a new suitor, he bowed and stayed bent until I numbly I curtsied. He rose and grabbed my hands. The shadows of his face became pale blue eyes, and rosy cheeks. We began to dance the same waltz. I had only ever danced with my father but, it was enough that I could match this man’s footsteps. 

I must have danced for ages finally the dancers went their own ways, lounged on silk chairs, and sofas. They chatted politely amongst themselves. I walked toward the fountain to sit. I felt drained and dizzy. I understood what the girl meant by the people who remain in between. I understood that my touch somehow gave these in-betweeners a surge of life.  I lifted my skirts so I could sit comfortably. Floating on lily pads were silver cups filled with the diamond liquid. The lily pad floated directly to me as if it had a life of its own. I lifted the cool silver from the lily and observed it carefully,  Before I could put the liquid to my lips a cold hand grabbed my shoulder with haste. “Do not drink that!”  I looked up in a snap. My heart compressed in my chest. “Father?”  The empty man looked at me, his head tilted. “Is that who I am?” Tears came to my eyes. “Ye-s.”  My father looked at me straining to remember me.  “Oh.” He said breathlessly. “I do feel…a connection to you—like a dream from a childhood.”  I sniffed. “I thought I would never see you again.”  He looked at me blankly but the blankness had hints of remembrance, of love? “Those who do good.” He said as he sat next to me. “Who love God, who give themselves to Christ, live and breathe his words will have eternal life and be reunited with loved ones.” I looked at him. “Why have you not gone to God, father?”He looked ahead at the reflection of the fountain from the grand mirror that climbed up the western wall. “That I know is because I was too contrary, before I died my soul knew it could not rest until knew why it had been thrust out of Earth, When I was before the gates of pearl. God felt my strife and gave me the option of going back to my body. I gladly turned and was on my way back I could hear voices that weren’t there.  By the time I made it down the stairs a cloaked creature tempted me somehow he convinced me to go with him, I was brainwashed, I think. When I took a step in its direction I fell down, and down and down.  I could remember corpses, alive but dead. Just like me holding on to a hope for answers. The creature promised me answers, but it was a cruel trick for nobody knew anything, how could we? We were all trapped, hungry, thirsty. What else to drink but the water from this fountain, every sip takes more and more of our soul. Our thirst is quenched, but the hunger becomes unreal, a new hunger as well a hunger that is added at each sip of this liquid. “What would happen if I had drunk some?” I interrupted. “You are still alive, so the liquid would mean death.” I looked at the liquid like it was a fire creeping up my arm.  “That is horrible father.” He was silent, as was I. Carefully I reached out to touch him, but he stood up and faced me.” With a somber expression he said “It is my fault.”  I stood up on my cold legs. I looked him in his dark eyes. They were once a warm brown, as soothing as honey.  I longed to see them again.

I reached my feeble hand towards him and watched as he warmed at the closeness. He cupped my hand with his, and pulled me into an embrace. “Father, you are so cold.” I whimpered.  He felt as if he had just walked in from a blazing snow storm “I know my daughter.”  My tears for a moment ran off him like rain off of a statue. I watched them as they fell, and gaped as they turned to Gold. He pulled me back and my heart soared at the sight of the honey I had ever since craved. “How is your mother?” He asked. He was remembering I acknowledged. “She is gone father. Death from a broken heart.” His eyes filled with tears. “Look what I have done too you, I have left you alone I am so sorry my darling.”  “It is ok father, I still have my nurse.”  He seemed to feel better about that fact, but then his eyes grew fearful again. “What of your Grandmother?”  It pained me to say. “She has been taken by a broken heart as well.”  Father’s head dipped “Oh!” We spent an eternity holding each other and crying. Finally I felt I knew my purpose, with my wish I could wish for my father to pass on, to be at peace.  No, not just him everyone in here, I could save them all. “Father how can I help you?”  “Wish for your way home, you must not stay here for you will eventually drink the water.”  “If you help me I won’t need the water.” He shook his head. “You will continue to grow here, you need food, and water or you will die and be trapped just like me.”  I thought about this for a moment. “Promise me this is what you will ask for, please you are all I have left.” I agreed to his wishes. “What is my name?” He asked me. “Alexander.” The name came off my tongue like a knife through butter. Then he asked. “How did I die?” He asked me.  I opened my mouth to speak but I began to float backwards. Our hands slipped away. I tried to speak but no words came out. I silently shouted.  He was shouting back for me he tried to run but people blocked his path. I watched in horror as the life in his face drained and as the last bit went, he stopped. His blankness regained and he looked around as if he had forgotten where he was.

I nearly lost my mind I flailed my arms He was all I had left, I needed him. I had my nurse but she did not love me. I was lost, nothing without my family.  As I went farther back the room began to shift, the mirror fell, and shattered to pieces.  The brightness, and gold of the room went to colors of ash, and death. The symphony’s music began to screech, grinding at my ears, trying to tear them to pieces.  The people’s forms faded and they were nothing but ghosts, as the girl was in my room. I felt like an animal scared, wild, and tortured.  Finally I stopped before I could  run for my father I was stopped by the girl she was floating her dress dusted the floor. “He is gone.” I looked up at her with distrust. “There is but one way you can save him.” I reached for her and stumbled through her, It felt as if Ice water had been dumped on my head. I feel through the other side. Gasp! I choked for air. When I could speak I said “Anything…anything, is there a way I can save them all?” She smiled. “Yes, you must wish for remembrance, we will all know what we need to know and we go home.” I felt relieved. “What will become of me?”  “You will return to your home, I am afraid you will not remember the occurrence.” I felt saddened at that, I would have no peace myself, I would be back grieving for my mother and father, falling deeper and deeper into my despair. I could say for myself at this moment, so be it. “When will I get my wish.”  The girl smiled and reached out her hand as I held hers her body materialized again, her deep blue ocean eyes sailing on hope.

We walked hand in hand, her dress was white and trailed long behind us as she lead me to the darkest part of the room, ghosts in the form of children swam around me and put their heads to my chest, and laughed joyfully at the lullaby of my heart beat. Somehow I knew they longed to hear the sound again. At my touch they became forms again. The girl lead me forward once more. I would never had believed the room could get any colder, but it did. In front of us was a cloaked figure, I knew was what my father had described to me.  I began to shiver, and my teeth chattered. When I was before the creature he pulled his hood back and I was shocked to see the face of a once handsome male, horns twisted grotesquely from his forehead, his eyes were ablaze.  “You were promised a wish?” He spoke in a sharp as broken glass voice.  His voice boomed and echoed in the room and my ears. “Y-yes.”  “What is it you desire?”  I squeezed the girls hand only to feel nothing but my own palm, startled I looked around, the girl was standing with my father, a melancholy sight.  I looked back into the hearth. I wish for remembrance, for my father and the people in this hell, and for who so ever is cruelly placed here ever again.”  He glared at me for a moment, defeated. “As you wish.”He drew his hood over himself again and walked off into a place I never would have dared follow.

Warmth found my body like a long gone appreciated friend. A light brighter than the sun, pierced through the ceiling. The ghost were no more, and the spirits of God’s children flew towards the light, My father and the girl found me. “My name is Pricilla.” She said joyfully. We embraced. “Thank you.”  Pricilla turned and flew into the light. “Goodbye my daughter.”  I began to cry all over again “Father, I will miss you.” He cried tears of gold. “I know, I will miss you even more.”  “I want us to be together.”  “Me too.”  He began to float backwards to the light. “Father! FATHER! NO! PLEASE!...Don’t leave me!” I sobbed until I could barely see him.  I would not go home, nothing awaited me there, I could not allow myself to forget. I turned on my heels and sprinted for the fountain.  I stumbled and slid on the shattered glass, I ignored the pain and continued to the fountain. Pieces of glass cut into me and some fell off my as I ran. I dived for my cup. The liquid diamond and silver shimmered giving me reassurance I threw my head back and the liquid smoothly fell down my throat, it filled me will strength and quenched a thirst I never knew I had. The feeling turned for the worse, now it burned and turned my stomach and stabbed and sliced and tore. I coughed and scarlet droplets flew and mixed with the liquid. The fountain reacted to my blood and soon the whole fountain spewed out blood. I felt my heart lurching against my chest slowing. Beat, Beat, stop, beat, beat, stop, beat, stop, beat, stop—nothing.

The last feeling I felt was my soul peeling from my body.  I knew nothing of what had happened, nor of the Earth I came from. All I knew the light and my father waiting for me. Hand in hand we soared up and up and up and when we got through the gates of pearl a spirit larger than life greeted us with outstretched arms. And in a voice of a freight train, and yet of the gentlest stroke of a feather said. “Welcome home my children.”

 

 

My body was left behind in my bed. I had been in coma for nearly a year now. When my body died it died alone. My nurse had left for her evening shift and instead of keeping an eye on me she had gone to a pub. When she came stumbling back a stranger on her arm she came to my room to grab her purse and screamed to see my cold rigid body covered in shattered glass, blood inking into my once white sheets. A ghost of a smiled etched into my cheeks. Nurse could not explain why my body had glass in it, she shamelessly admitted to leaving me by myself.  “Nearly a year now I have waited for the young miss to show a sign of life, or pass on, how should I have known that she would have chosen tonight of all nights to move on?”  That still had not explained why glass was impaling my bodies sullen skin. They blamed her for being drunk, and since I was already thought to of been dead before my death. They let it slide. As the Mortician and his helpers prepped my for my final bed. He looked at me thoughtfully. “Why, look at her she is smiling!” His helpers surrounded me to have a look. “Bless her heart.” They prayed. They had no idea.


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