Hey everyone! I had this idea for a story and thought 'what the hell... I think I might share it with you all". I'd very much appreciate fans/comments/votes just so I can feel the love from y'all. It also would definately inspire me to write more, better and quicker.

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Love Nix xx

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Chapter One:

“Goodnight everyone, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow” I called out to the rest of the hospital staff. I’d just finished a double shift at the hospital and I was completely exhausted. My legs ached and my back hurt from standing up and walking around all day but I painted a smile on my face anyway.

“Goodnight Aramina, please don’t come in early and grace us with your sunny morning personality” Tina, another nurse, called back smiling. Everyone joked that I loved my job way too much, but in reality we all did. There was just something about having the knowledge and skills to be able to stop someone from dying that made all the grueling hours of working completely worth it.

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, yes I know, I know I need a life… har-har” I replied sarcastically. I smiled again and gave a little wave as I stepped outside and felt the bitter bite of the cold wind whip my cheek bones. I pulled my scarf and coat around me tighter and walked quicker to my car.

I jumped in and after starting the engine. I quickly turned the heat up on high and then pulled out into the street. ‘Hey Ya’ by Obadiah Parker was on the radio and I started humming along with him, I stopped at the red traffic light and really started singing out the tune along with as much dance moves I could while sitting down. I mean, who cares right? No one’s around to see me look like a completely fool of myself.

The light went green and I started off again. All of a sudden my head is whipped against the window with such magnitude that it shatters the glass and I can feel the tiny splinters dig into the delicate skin of my scalp. Almost at the same time I feel my body wrenched in the opposite direction from the force of the other car that rammed into mine. My ears were ringing with the crunching and screeching sound of metal against metal and I didn’t even have it in me to scream.

The metal was piercing me everywhere. My face was cut, my arms and legs were torn and my torso was being ripped apart. This was agony, pure agony. The pain was too much that I went into a state of calmness. People always talked about how before you die, you see a movie of your life or maybe just flashbacks. I waited and waited to see the pictures of my life pass me by. But there was nothing.

I was starting to feel numb and excruciating pain all at the same time. How the hell is that possible? How can you feel nothing and everything and not even have the voice to scream? The sound of crunching was disappearing and was replaced by the sound of my beating heart which seemed to be on loud speaker. I waited and listened as my heart ‘ka-thumped’ slower and slower until it seemed like the rests between each one lasted a life time.

With the last beat of my heart, I took my final breath of bitter cold air. Huh… I guess I was going back to work earlier than I thought.

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Where am I? I was walking, no cuts or bruises anywhere to be seen, through a thick fog or mist. I looked all around me and couldn’t see anything except this fog; even under my feet was fog. I squinted my eyes and tried to see through this whiteness. To my astonishment, the white fog wasn’t just white, it shimmered with gold and actually looked like it was moving slightly. In the distance, I could hear the most beautiful sound.

It sounded like harps and pianos or maybe electric guitars and drums, it might even be saxophones and flutes. It was everything so different and yet it could have been any instrument. Whatever it was, it guided me through this unknown white misty fog. I walked and walked and never got tired, I could feel solid ground beneath my feet but felt like I was floating as well.

The mist was thinning and finally cleared. I gasped as I look up at the huge golden gates that were encrusted with gems. Am I in heaven? As if on cue, just like in the movies, the doors of the gate swing open smoothly and that answered my question without a doubt. This is most definitely heaven.

Heaven is beautiful, no, beautiful doesn’t even describe the majestic beauty it holds. It was what all the cliché stories stated it looked like and yet so much more. Above the ground floated a thin layer of clouds that glowed with different hues of purple, blue, yellow and pink.

As I stepped further inside the gates I could see that it was just like a more beautiful, more stunning version of back home. There were cafes, restaurants, skyscrapers, houses, parks, gardens and so much more. It was like a city and country all rolled into one. It was amusing at just how much all these things were different and contrasting but managed to fit together like they just belonged. Then again this is heaven so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

Unlike the air back home where it was stale and polluted, the air that filled my nose was so incredibly fresh. I breathed in deeply and tried to decipher what exactly it smelt like. It was like every amiable scent was rolled together to create a faint delicious aroma.

Men and women strolled around the gardens or sat and chatted happily in cafes and every single one of them had a bright golden halo that floated above their heads. I looked up to see whether I had one too but was distracted by more people, more angels, flying above me.

They had huge wings. Beautiful wings that were bigger than the people themselves varying in different shades of gold, silver and bronze. The feathers look so delicately soft yet strong and fluttered as they flew over head.

“Ah, I see you’ve adjusted quite nicely here, Aramina” a deep voice said.

I turned quickly and found a tall man with a bright white smile. “Uh, yes… Who are you? Am I in… heaven?” I asked timidly.

“Yes” he replied calmly still smiling serenely, “This is heaven my dear and my name is Xavier. Please, follow me.” He bowed his head slightly and offered me his elbow. I obliged.

“So, I’m dead then? I died and am in heaven?” I asked, more to myself than to Xavier. He nodded and brought me over to a park bench.

“Yes Aramina. That is correct” came his answer. I wondered just how old he was, the way he spoke was as though he was born, and died, long before I was even born.

“But why? I still had so much to do! I had so many people to help and lives to save. I wasn’t finished with my life yet Xavier, I was nowhere near close” I cried covering my eyes with my face.

“My dear, we do not choose when we are finished with our life. It simply was your time because it happened” he told me. “It is much more serene and happier here in heaven. No sickness, no hate.”

“I know, but… I just wish I could have stayed a little bit longer. Not for me, but to help others. Being a doctor was everything to me” I said. He looked straight into the magnificent garden full of blossoming flowers of every sort.

“Well, you may be able to go back my dear” he said after a few seconds of thought. I perked up and faced my body towards him, silently urging him to continue. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to stay in heaven.

I know it seemed as though I was being ungrateful for being able to enter heaven and wanting to go back, but I just know I wasn’t finished with my life.

“Yes my dear, as you may have noticed, there are two different types of angels here in heaven. There are the angels who are simply content to be here in heaven and be well, angels” he chuckled, “and then there are the angels who are, as we speak, flying above our heads.” He pointed up towards the flittering angels.

“And what’s the difference, besides the obvious fact that some have wings and some don’t?” I questioned.

“The angels with wings are guardian angels, my dear” he smiled at me. I stared at him and waited for him to continue. He didn’t.

“And what makes guardian angels so different? And why wouldn’t everyone want to be angels if that meant they got to have wings?”

“Well, firstly, guardian angels are angels that are sent down back to earth to protect someone, to watch over them. They guide them to a, let’s say, cleaner more steady life opposed to a life of drugs and crime. Secondly, the angels who do not have wings are at peace with having died. They have no need to return back to earth because they have moved on from their past life or were of ready age.” Xavier explain to me.

“So, I can become a guardian angel then? I can return back to earth and help people?” I was getting excited and anxious for his answer.

“Yes that is correct. However, you will be assigned someone to help and protect. It will not be a job like a doctor where you help numerous people, you will spend all your time with one person.”

One person was enough. Obviously there was no way to be… un-dead? So I suppose becoming a guardian would help me ease into the conclusion that I had in fact died and was no longer alive.

“Well, then sign me up” I smiled widely, “I’d like to become a guardian angel.!”