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I'm dead.
Not the "rotting corpse walking in the streets of Hurricane, Utah" dead,
But literally dead. Deceased. A memory. A soul. An "angel"
I died 6 months ago. I was in heaven unexpectedly.
For all the crimes and sins I've committed, I didn't think that I'd end up near the son of God at all.
But today it's different.
Just a day ago, I was flying the clouds, praying, and doing heaven things.
And now? I'm back on earth. Not by choice, but by force.
No, God wasn't the one who sent me back to this hell of a planet. To be frank, I don't have a clue who did this to me.
But all I know is that I'm a fallen angel, and I most likely won't be able to fly back to where I was "meant to be."
But in the back of my mind, I know this is technically what I deserve.
During my time alive, I was barely a good person for half my life. Bullied some, killed others. Truly should've been to hell.
I don't understand why I'm so shocked that after 6 whole months of being in heaven with a heart full of guilt, I was thrown back on earth.
So now, I'm officially a fallen angel.
I don't want to go back on earth yet.
I'm not ready for that.
So for now, I'm just flying over towns and states.
I flew until I found the town of Warren in Michigan.
I stop.
Before I left to work (and eventually died) in Utah, a year earlier I went to live in Michigan.
I couldn't find a place that was cheap enough for me to just use the couple of dollars that my father and uncle had left behind for me, so I had to get roommates.
They weren't usual. They weren't even human... or well, most of them weren't.
One was a pony, one was a hedgehog, and the other was a stickfigure. They lived with a 10-year-old who always wore a green hat and would never take it off no matter what the circumstances at hand were.
Wasn't the biggest fan of them.
I'm pretty sure they were already a long-time friend group, first off.
They all seemed so close to each other, like they've known each other since the dinosaurs.
I never caught their names, or at least I don't remember them, and I don't care to do so.
All I remember is that I was slightly fond of the pony, I didn't care for the hedgehog, the 10-year-old was insufferable, and the stickfigure...
I don't like him. At all.
The others have some likeable traits, but he lacks everything. He's just gloomy, deep, and sad. It was starting to anger me.
But I can't care much.
I'm not the most extroverted person ever, but he definitely beats me in the introvert category.
I look down at the house again before lowering myself down to the ground.
Wait.
Why was I even doing all of this?
I thought I wasn't ready to go back on earth?
And even if I was ready, I don't have to live in Warren. I can just go back to Utah, and I don't have to remember these people I don't even like or care for.
I want to just live alone in my own house back in Hurricane.
So why am I hiding my wings, making myself visible, and ringing the doorbell?
It's not like this is my house. I don't really live here, so why am I patiently waiting for the door to open?
Why am I doing this?
Does it matter at the moment?
The door opens, and the voice of a girl gasps.
I lift my head up from the floor.
The pony... It was her...
"Michael?! We thought you died! Is it really you?!" She asked in a shocked and rapid tone.
"Yes. It is." I reply in an opposite tone, scratching the back of my head nervously.
She moved away from the door, and I walked in.
They really didn't change much in 6 months. Shocker.
"Thanks... uh..."
"You forgot my name? It's Twilight! Twilight Sparkle!" She smiled at me nicely.
Was she really as annoying as my memory recalls, or was I making an overexaggerated representation in my head that made me feel better?
I looked at her and just nodded.
Her smile turned into a concerned frown.
"You know, Michael? You look kind of tired... I think you should go take some rest, and tomorrow we can talk, alright? Do you need help with any—?"
"Thank you for the help, Twilight. But trust me, I can happily take care of myself."
She giggled, most likely from embarrassment.
"Yeah! Of course! I'll be here if you need anything!" She sat back down on the couch and turned her magic podcast back on.
Hm.
Maybe some of the people I met before finally becoming a soul aren't as bad as I assume.