Everyone’s heaven is different, whether that being from religion or just from different experiences. It’s not one huge place where everyone who's died goes. It’s not one place for each family and it’s not always the happiest place one can be. Mine, for example, is my worst fear...In the middle of the ocean as high up as can be with the person I hate the most in the world (that person being my murderer).
Death was something I thought of a lot before I died, but I never expected it to come so fast. No one ever does when they are on a trip with their friends, but there I, was bleeding in the middle of the cereal aisle. None of the rest of the three of us got hit. Just me and me alone. The punky, green haired girl with the tattoos and piercings. There were other people in the store though. At least nine-teen others got attacked with the same gun and knife that I did, but many of them were lucky. I, on the other hand, wasn’t. A bullet to the brain and a blade to back.
There was pain, although it wasn’t excruciating, only there to remind me that I was still a person rather than a wisp of something that once was. No one knows that though, due to the loss of blood dragging me down to a coma. And, no, I didn’t “see the light”, or have my “life flash before my eyes”. I just simply laid there in the middle of the floor in the cereal aisle, my blood acting as milk to the cheerios next to me. Nothing went white or black, I saw no childhood memories float in front of my eyes, I just saw everyone panic. Panic about me; panic about others; panic about some guy with a gun roaming a grocery shop.
Although my death came in the form of murder, as well as the six others who died that day, I still had a heaven. Those six individuals did too, but theirs may have been with their pet cat, or at their favorite childhood location. My heaven, as thought to be great, wasn’t really. I got stuck in the middle of the ocean with the psycho from the cereal aisle. Now for some, the ocean may be the greatest part of the planet to be trapped forever in, but not when there’s people like me. As in, I have this weird fear of, you know, the ocean. Along with depths of the unknown lurking beneath me, I am also stuck 100ft high in these weird hands (yes, hands) with an actual jungle placed in the middle. So I have the ocean, which I am afraid of, heights, which I am also afraid of, and the dude who blew my brains out in the cereal aisle.
So, yeah, everyone has a different heaven. Some have things they love, and some have things they hate. I just got stuck with probably the worst one in existence. No one in their right mind would ever dream of being stuck in a place full of fears and a psycho murder.