[ WP ] Shortly after arriving in Heaven after being brutally murdered , you bump into your killer .

I've always been a pretty religious person. My mom sent me to Catholic school when I was young, and I've attended church—dutifully, if I had to admit it—for the past seven years of my adulthood. But nothing quite prepared me for the way I would finally meet God. I had pictured my final moments at bed-rest, my body failing slowly but gently. Maybe my husband would be at my side, my children clutching their handkerchiefs at the foot of the bed. I would close my eyes and request my termination. The life-support would turn off. I would slowly fall asleep, eyes shutting and hands folded perfectly across my chest. Then I would wake up in Heaven, where I would prance freely around in my youthful body. 
 
 That was not what I ended up with. 
 
 For starters, my death was on the other end of the spectrum. Pregnant with my first child, I had started my day out normally. I was working online, messaging a co-worker about some system failure in the main building. Then I heard the bell ring downstairs. Figuring it was the crib I had ordered a day or two prior, I made my way down the stairs and opened the door. 
 
 What I faced was definitely not the mailman. A nice-looking woman with black pants and a white vest pulled over a grey shirt was standing at my doorstep, holding a knife. This was n't just any woman. It was the lady who had been pursuing my husband for the past three years of our marriage. She was a stalker, a former criminal, and quite possibly messed up in the head. I let out a scream, holding my belly, and tried to turn and run. That did not work. The crazy lady was called Alisa, by the way. Alisa let out a maniac laugh. 
 
 `` I just got of prison, husband thief,'' Alisa told me, holding the knife against the back of my throat. It was cold on my skin. 
 
 `` And I'm not going back in.'' She said this in a sing-song voice as she traced the blade around the back of my neck. Blood started to run down my back. I let out a choked sob. 
 
 She continued the silent knife stroking for a while, until I heard a horrified scream from outside. Quickly Alisa plunged the knife into my neck. I now know that she killed herself soon after, and the scream came from my neighbor walking her dog nearby and seeing me. 
 
 But as I waited in line for the Heaven Hotel pass that would be granted at the front desk, I definitely did not expect to see Alisa—not her doppelganger or look-like. The lady herself—standing in the lobby with a silver card on her chest that read `` Mentally Fixed''. Out of curiosity, I abandoned my spot in line to question her. 
 
 `` Hi Alisa,'' I said tentatively, touching her shoulder. 
 
 She jumped up, and when she turned around she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. `` I'm so sorry!'' Alisa shouted, dropping to her knees and clasping her hands together. `` I was mentally insane! But now I'm fixed and I get a second chance here!'' 
 
 `` You—you killed me,'' I said in a shocked tone. Why would she even ask? 
 
 A stocky looking angel walked over to me. `` God says to always forgive,'' the angel told me, unfolding his wings and crossing his arms. `` Forgive.'' 
 
 I waved my arms around. `` Hello, angel dude! This lady fucking killed me! Am I supposed to forgive her for that!'' A little girl standing in the line gasped. A young man who looked to be a minister threw his hands in the air and dropped down into a bow, mumbling prayers for my sanity. Which was very intact, thank you very much. 
 
 He shook his head, letting out a deep sigh. `` Guards, throw her into Purgatory. Ten years or so. She needs to to learn to forgive.'' A pair of angels grabbed me under my arms and stomped on the ground. A swirly blue portal opened up, and they tossed me into it. 
 
 The murderer got to stay in Heaven, I guess. 
 

