What Comes After

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Story type: Angel
Location: Atlanta,Georgia
Source: Form Submission

John was a great person. He was there for anyone who needed him. We had known each other only about a year or so when he died. He went to his hometown to visit his girlfriend when they got into a fight at a party. He left on his motorcycle and ran it into a wall at a very high speed.

I heard from his mom later that day that he was gone. He was buried in his hometown rather than bring him back to Atlanta so,I went with his family to bury him. We left after the services to go back to Atlanta. I slept in his old room that night.

I remember waking up and seeing John standing by the bed, and without him ever saying a word, I knew he wanted me to follow him through this door. I got up and when I walked thru, I knew I wasnt on earth anymore. I was on a road and there were figures that were also there and he led me to what I can only describe as a coloseum. I knew that I had to follow him in, despite the uneasy feeling that I had.

When we entered, there was a line of people that I somehow knew were like me. I knew that I had to fight these things that were also there for the right to be there and talk to him.I survived and at the end,this shadow was coming to each of the survivors and putting something over their hearts and when it got to me ,there was this girl like me that stopped it and yelled at it and said that it couldnt do that to me because I had fought and won the right to be there with John.

I think he was trying to tell me that we are all judged in the end and we have to answer for all we do now. I remember feeling like I was slammed back into his bed and when I awoke, all I could smell was his cologne in the room. I believe that he was trying to tell me to live a good life because we do answer for everything after this life.