Who Knew

Who knew that the last thing I would see was the clear blue sky. Who knew that the last person I saw was the one I hoped to spend my life with. Who knew my tragic ending was drawing near. I sat there looking up at the endless blue sky hoping to see right into the heavens. I sat there imagining what would happen to others if I was gone. I remained lying there in the grass, and I remember the last thing I saw before my life was taken. I saw the love of my life screaming out to the heavens begging down on his knees to have me back. I watched from my new home, a home where I couldn't be hurt by anyone, but
where I could be hurt by watching over the others. That was the last time I ever saw light. The last time I ever saw Him. The last time I ever saw any living thing. As I walked up the staircase leaving my body behind along with all the painful memories I left in others I tried not looking back. The people were screaming they were crying out to the heavens. They were frantic when now they didn't have to worry. I was headed to Gods gentle arms. I ran into his welcoming embrace. I was greeted by death and he welcomed me into a new immortal life. I could have avoided this, but the car was moving too fast. I
tried to save the memories that I had on Earth, but they faded and disintegrated like the memories of others down on Earth. I was safe from harm now and safe in gods welcoming embraces as he held me in the warm and gentle hands of fate. This is what must have happened but either way I went with it. I watched over everyone like a guardian angel would. I just wish my family could have seen me now rather my mangled body. I was happy, and yet a sense of sorrow filled me because of the pain I left on others. They stared at it they stared at my mangled body I was dead instantly. Once I was put into the brown wooden box and buried I felt suffocated. I couldn't breathe. I banged on the box and tried to scream, but I made no noise whatsoever. My soul returned to my body
once more. Now I was trapped. Left alone to die again. My eyes fluttered open as tears streamed down my pale face. I tensed up and gave one final cry for help. As dirt covered the box I felt a movement outside the box. Someone was trying to open the casket. I screamed as a knife cut through the glue. I knew someone cared about me. I screamed and shook the box with the very last of my energy. Finally as the knife cut through the industrial glue and the box opened someone's lips touched mine. I thought it was an angel because they felt warm, and comforting and I could feel strong emotions through the kiss. I finally opened my eyes and saw that it was not an angel, but a caring human being. I strained my eyes to see a shocked human being staring at me after releasing me from his strong grasp. It was Him...

Author's Note

Just a story that I wrote when I was thinking about a dear friend that died. May she rest in peace and be held in God's arms. Please ignore any spelling errors or grammar errors.