Letting Go (Chapter Fourteen)A Chapter by Ryann Woodhouse
WHEN I OPENED MY EYES AGAIN I WAS IN A BRIGHT PLACE. Like not just kinda bright. Like boom in your f*****g face bright. I felt like I was staring straight at the sun. "Jesus!" I yelled, covering my eyes. I was sitting on a bench. A white bench. When I looked up, it was even brighter, almost like it was sparkling. When I looked down, it got darker and darker until it was pitch black. S**t. I knew where I was.
A man with blonde hair, dressed in all white, walked up to me. He looked down at me, his eyes so light blue they were like crystals. I looked up at him back, and slowly stood up as he held his hand out to me. I grabbed his hand softly and he smiled. "I'm Dean, your guardian angel."
"I know where I am..." I said, softly, looking at him again. "And, I know you're gonna try changing my mind about completely letting go, but please Dean-"
"Follow me." Dean interrupted me before I could finish. His white wings expanded and he started floating, lifting me up with him as he wings swooshed back and forth, making us go higher and higher. He flew start ahead of us, and I held onto his hand tight, trying to keep myself from falling. I felt the wind in my hair. God it felt good.
Everything went white for a sec. And then we were in my room. "No one can see or hear us," Dean said, looking at me, "But we can hear and see them." I looked at myself, eyes shut, still gripping the knife in my hand and holding it as deep as it'd go in my stomach. Blood covered my shirt and soaked part of the floor. We heard a knock on the door and Tyler walked in, looking at my dead body.
Tyler's eyes widened and filled with tears. His hands clutched into fists and he shook them violently. "No god d****t! No! I just f*****g got her back!" He started crying and covered his face, growling at himself, not knowing what to think. I watched him, then looked back at my dead body. So...motionless...
Dean looked down at me and I looked up at him, "Do-Do I really mean that much to him..." I looked back at myself and felt Dean put his hand on my shoulder.
"You mean alot more to him than you might think," He said.
I watched as Tyler fell to his knees, "Tanya! Tanya please be okay. Please! Be alright! Don't tell me your gone...please..." He cried harder, and I wanted so desperately to kneal down by him and hold him, tell him I was fine and I was sorry for leaving him..
"Dean, this is hopeless," I said, looking away from Tyler and at Dean. "I just wanna let go.."
"Wait," Dean said, looking at me. I watched as Dad and Kerin walked through the door. Dad was talking, looking down, not noticing myself there. "Hey Tanyie, Kerin came by for a vis-" He cut himself off when he looked up. Kerin looked at myself, staring. He closed his eyes tight and took off running.
"God d****t!" Kerin yelled, running out the door of my room and down the hall. We heard the door slam shut as he ran out, crying. I looked out the window and watched him run through the yard, his face red, tears falling down from his eyes.
Dean looked at me, squeezing my shoulder. "Don't you see? You mean so much to them.."
I looked back at Tyler and Dad, who were hugging each other and crying, so hard that it sounded like an animal dying a slow and painful death. I covered my face, shaking my head. "God d****t Dean! I don't care!" I looked at him with tears running down my face. "They f*****g came too late, Dean! They came too f*****g late to save me! Make them pay the f*****g price for it!" I raised my voice and started yelling at him as I spoke.
Dean watched me and sighed. "Are you sure that's what you want?" He asked, looking at me.
I nodded slowly, wiping my tears, "Please Dean...please..."
Dean sighed again and a door appeared in front of us, my name written in Cursive so neatly on it it looked like something a computer typed up. "Your destiny awaits beyond this door. If you're sure, and you want to go through with this, if you open this door you'll be lead to the other side."
I stared at it for a bit, stepping towards it. It became more transparent the more and more closer you got. When I reached my hand out, I realized that I was more transparent, too. I turned the door knob, opening it, and took my last breath, before I went to the other side.
© 2012 Ryann Woodhouse
Added on July 18, 2012
Last Updated on July 18, 2012
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AboutI'm 13 years old, technically 14 though, because my birth certificate has a typeo on it that says I was born in 1999 instead of 1998. I love romance and thriller books. They're my life. And so is mus.. more..