The light hurt my eyes. That was all I could think of lying on my back on the cold floor. I tried to sit up but my arms were securely wrapped around my body in some sort of coat. and then I opened my eyes. I could have cried. An empty room white as snow. Blank canvas. And I was wrapped up in a strait jacket. I began to scream. Part of the wall shifted opened and nurses rushed in and began to stick me with long needles that burned on contact. I felt drowsy.
"Where am I? Why am I here?" I began to leak from my eyes like a drippy faucet. The nurse closest to me put and hand through my hair. It made me shiver.
"Who are you." I demanded coldly. This was no time to be scared because when you're scared, you can't operate right. You...malfunction. The nurse shook her head and patted my head gently like a mother would. I yanked away.
"I asked who you are!" I yelled in anger and frustration. She sighed and shook her head and then followed her nurse buddies out the door but as she turned to look back with a smile, I saw wings, black bat wings, furling and unfurling like a piece of paper. Then in a soft voice, she spoke.
"You will die." I turned white and tingles ran down my spine like water. I knew what they were. Grayers. Dark-winged angels. The angels of death. I hadn't made it up to heaven. That car crashed had been planned and now, after death, if you can't go up, you go down. Down in to the clutches of Him
