My Visit To Heaven

A few minutes before I finally shut my eyes permanently, I said a quick prayer, calling on my favourite Angel, Michael to plead with God on my behalf.

I desperately wanted to make heaven, as it was probably going to be my only chance to finally taste happiness. I also prayed that mother would repent from her evil ways and come join me someday – (I cringed a little at this thought, but my soft heart had already forgiven all her wickedness towards me) – hopefully God could perform some sort of miracle on her, as I was certain that was her only hope for repentance.

The beautiful lady in white led me through an equally white gate where we ran into a tall handsome man she introduced to me as Angel Michael. So gorgeous, I thought as my heart gave a little flutter of excitement in response to his charming smile.

Weirdly, he was the spitting image of Jesus; at least the Jesus we all knew on earth – long brown hair, kind sleepy eyes and full beards. I was just about to point out the error to my guide when he introduced himself as Michael, the friendly Angel.

I almost laughed out loud at the realization that God and all his heavenly buddies had such an amazing sense of humour. The identity of Jesus remained a mystery while we all innocently revered the wrong guy. Brilliant!

‘Where then is Jesus?’

I asked curiously. My female companion raised her head from the inaudible chat she was having with Mike and pointed North of where we stood. I followed her hand and jolted quickly at the shockingly familiar sound of my name.

Had mother died too? What could have killed her? Why was she in heaven with me? Did God hear my prayers already? Ugh! He could have given me more time to have a little fun before getting to meet her again. The thought of living in the big beautiful place didn’t seem so appealing anymore, not with mother coming along so soon.

Oh no, I gasped suddenly as an even less appealing thought came to me. Could it be that I’d been thrown into the scorching fires of hell? (a place I was certain people like her ended up).

But Angel Michael couldn’t be in hell now, could he, and besides it was freezing cold. Hell was supposed to be the exact opposite. Nothing made sense anymore. My thoughts were all over the place.

I reluctantly opened my eyes to the sight of mother’s scowling face standing over me. Neither angels nor demons flanked her. I blinked several times and sighed in disappointment as I took in the familiar one-bedroom apartment we shared.

‘Remember, an overdose of this could lead to death,’ the doctor had warned right before he’d handed me the pack of antidepressants. I had gone home and taken all 20 pills down in two gulps. Death should have been inevitable, but sadly all I got was a vision of it. Even death didn’t want me.