Heavens Tracks for lost souls

You know how people imagine heaven to be full of clouds and angels? Of all the things good? Have you ever wondered how lost souls would get there?

That was the thought that suddenly brought me back to reality. One second, I felt so free and light. Like I was floating in midair, and the next, I felt the force of gravity slam me back to the ground.

"...Fuck…" I groaned out painfully. It really felt like I got hit by an 18-wheeler. My body aches all over. I just sat there in pain as the sensation washed over me. I felt slightly numb due to it all.

I could feel the steady pounds of a headache infiltrating my skull, making me clutch my head a little. My eyes felt like brinks, but I could somehow make out some light behind my eyelids.

With some effort, I forced my heavy eyes opened. I was instantly met with a fabulous looking ceiling. My mind was blank as I stared up at a very shiny and elegant looking chandelier. I don't know why, but it seemed… a bit tilted. Like the force of the gravity surrounding the area was pushing it slightly back.

As I slowly started to regain some of my senses one by one, I could feel the strain of my muscles contract as I maneuvered myself upright. I winced In pain, shutting my eyes as a wave of dizziness overcame me.

I groaned, however I took the chance to open my eyes as the dizzy spell passed to observe my surroundings. The ground I was sitting on was rather comforting, it was a grey carpet with little black lines all around. You know, like the ones you would typically see in a classroom or an office.

Glancing around, I could see tables and seats on both sides of myself. The seats were red velvet plush and the tables were covered by a very pretty lilac color table cloth that faded to a rose color.

Grabbing a seat that was closest to me, I pulled myself up, only to stumble when the room swayed harshly for a moment before it settled. It was then that I realized there was a very distinct sound of gears turning rapidly, along with the occasional rattles of wheels on tracks.

Alarmed and a bit stunned, I saw windows covered by some curtains next to each table. I don't know why I was so nervous. But I hope to God I was mistaken with my thoughts.

I reached for the curtain and anxiously peaked outside. My suspicion was confirmed Immediately when I saw the scenery zooming by at a rapid pace. I could barely make out the environment since it was literally a blur.

The only thing that stood out to me was the very beautiful sky. It was a stunning blue, with fluffy large clouds and multiple rainbows.

I almost couldn't believe my eyes for second.

"What the..?? Am I dreaming???" I rubbed my eyes before looking again. The sky was still there. It was one hell of a view.

I backed off from the window, amazed. But then a sudden thought came to mind. I remembered that I had just woken up from off the floor. That, and the fact that there was no one in this area.

My throat was dry when I tried to clear it. In an attempt to find some water, I made my way out of the train car to find a restroom. Cause usually trains, no matter how empty they are, must have bathrooms right?

It was silent, except for the sound of the train flying over the tracks and the engines running at full speed. There were moments on the way to finding a bathroom that I had to cling to a wall to prevent myself from falling down as the train would surge forward or make really sharp turns.

I was honestly started to become fearful with how fast it was going.

'if the conductor is fine with this speed, then there's nothing I can really do..' I thought absentmindedly. I spotted a door that had the woman's bathroom symbol on it and let out a small sigh. Not wasting time, I entered the bathroom and went straight for the sink. It didn't take long as I guzzled the water that was flowing from the tap like a starved individual.

The water was refreshing and cold as it rehydrated my body. I wiped my mouth and splashed my face a little before shutting it off. Glancing up, I caught my reflection in the mirror and froze.

The young girl in the reflection looked no older than 17. With bright, green eyes and a head full of curly red hair. My skin was slightly tanned, and my nose was small, like a button. My lips were full. I looked… amazing. But now the main concern was…

"Who am I?" That's right. That's the question. Just who is this girl in the mirror?

I frowned as I muttered to myself thoughtfully, "I… Why can't I remember anything? How did I end up on this train anyways? And where is everyone?"

I nibbled on my lip, holding myself as I stared at my reflection. No matter how many times I try to recall anything, nothing pops up.

I massaged my head to get rid of the ever growing headache I was experiencing. I decided it would be best to not dwell on it for too long, so I left the restroom. Taking a peek outside, I felt a deep sense of loss and loneliness as I walked around the length of the trian. Visiting each area, calling out to see if anyone else was on bored except for me.

After what felt like half an hour, I found myself staring at a cute panda bookbag that was lying on the ground. It looked full. when I walked into the 7th train car, this was the first thing I've seen that actually stood out.

For some unknown reason, I felt like I should pick it up, like… Like it was calling to me, just begging for me to grab it.

And so I did. I picked up the bag, feeling a sense of ownership and familiarity with the object. Clutching it, I wanted to look around more. So far, after the next 4 train cars, I didn't see anything else out of the ordinary.

Dejected, I made my way back to the train car that I had found myself in and set down at a table. The seats were so comfortable and soft, they reminded me of clouds. The bookbag itself was very cute.

I smiled, " it's so cute. I love pandas hehe." It had some weight to it, out of curiosity, I unzipped the bag to look inside.

There lied a single book. Pulling it out, I couldn't help but gasp. The book was a little thick, the cover was the color of rose gold. The words 'Diary of my Heart and Soul: Created by Lily Anderson' was written in blood cursive writing.

I brushed a thumb over the name. " Lily Anderson… that's right… that's my name. My name is Lily.."

It was strange. That I somehow knew that Lily was my name. That this book, this bag? These belonged to me.

I carefully opened the book to the first page. In pink ink, it read, "Records of my memories. In case I ever do forget. Better to be safe than sorry. I can let my children read this so they can know more about me once I have my own!"

I blushed a little out of embarrassment. I giggled, i wrote something funny. But, it didn't explain the hint of sadness that I felt in my heart.

I turned the page and started to read my diary.

My first entry was written when I was 7. That was when my mother first got me this. I was estatic and couldn't wait to pour my heart out. I smiled as I read on. Who would have figured that this diary was my best friend.

During my time between the ages of 7 and 12, both of my parents had passed in a car accident 9 days after I just turned 12. I noticed on the corner of the pages the multiple drops of wet spots on it. I could feel the memories I forgot come to me.

Nothing in the whole world would have made me feel better that day. It was the worst day of my entire life. I allowed the memories to hit me, many of my relatives had tried to help me. But I closed myself off from everyone the moment I saw my parents coffins.

It hurt to remember that, but I read on. There was a time gap from that day until I turned 15. 3 full years before I started to write again. At the age of 15, based on what I've written down, I was an extremely gifted child. I had a passion for music and dancing. It turns out that during the three year gap of when I didn't write anything down, I would take myself to my parents graves and would sing to them. Maybe I would dance every once in a while for them. I also took care of their graves diligently. Cleaning them, and planting many flowers around them.

I set the book down a bit and leaned back. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, just letting the memories hit me. I had moved on with my life, but it left a permanent scar.

There wasn't any clocks, so I had no idea how much time has passed. But judging from the setting sun, I could probably guess it was close to 8pm.

My stomach growled. I was hungry, but I didn't get up to do anything. No one was even on the train. So how could there be food?

I eyed my bag. I found a book right? So maybe…?

Just to see, I opened up a small compartment in my bag after a bit of searching and grinned as I pulled out some granola bars. "Oh how I love me!"

I munched on them slowly, savoring the taste of the oats as I continued my reading.

At the age of 16, I had just graduated highschool early. I had made it my goal to become the best I could be, in honor of my dead parents. I made many achievements, from rescuing animals, to starting fundraisers for orphans, to feeding the poor, and doing voluntary community services.

I felt a sense of pride in myself as I read what I've done within those years. I've made an impact for many people, I've given orphans like me hope. That they can be more.

However, as I read on to my year of 17, I was flabbergasted of the last couple of paragraphs.

"Today, Is the death anniversary of my wonderful parents Omina and Lambert Anderson. I'm proud to say mom and dad, that I've made a name for myself. I've been doing well, with helping other orphans like me and making a difference. I remember how much you guys wanted me to be a leader. To help those in need. To never be selfish. I've had a hard time after your passing. It took me three long years to pull myself out of a very deep and dark hole. But I've pulled through. I miss you guys every day. Every single day. I know you guys are watching me from the heavens above. I know you both can see me visiting you every day when I can. I love you both and miss you so much. Maybe… maybe one day… I can see you both again."

My heart quivered as I read on. After the letter, not even a couple hours later did something serious happen to me.

I spotted drops of something red all over one of the pages. Oh my god… it was.. "Blood..?" My heart stuttered in horror as I managed to make out the words that wasn't covered by the blood.

"Funny how God plays people. Here I am, writing my final words in a hospital. I have no idea how I survived getting ran over by a goddamn 18-wheeler. Who gets hit by a literal truck and survives? I don't have much time left, as I can feel myself slipping with each passing moment. I couldn't leave my diary behind. I managed to make out what the doctors said, I've broken every single bone in my body, cracked my skull in various places, ruptured organs, pierced my lungs… it was horrible to hear. And it was even worse just feeling the pain. They did their best to numb me, but it wasn't doing much. My head feels fuzzy. There's this constant, intense pressure in my skull. I'm slowly losing the strength to stay awake. To keep writing. But I have to. I have to stay awake long enough to finish. It's funny how I hoped to meet you both soon. But… I'm so.. so afraid of dying. I'm afraid of leaving this world, but not being able to see you both again. Find me in the afterlife mommy.. daddy… I'm coming to you right away. My wings are all grown out. I'm coming."

I dropped the book, stunned. So I really did get hit by a truck. It would explain the intense pain and the extreme headache I felt after waking up. But now, I don't feel it anymore. In fact, I feel fine!

"Okay, so based on the diary, I just died. If I'm dead… then where the heck am I?" The blare of the train horn echoed loudly. I jumped at the sound and felt this force move me from my seat. I squeaked in surprise as I gripped my book tightly. The train seemed to move even faster. The horn blared louder, and longer. My heart was in my throat as the train rocked unsteadily.

I ran to a window in a panic, trying to see what was going on. Only, instead of seeing what was suppose to be the night sky, I was now seeing a tunnel glowing a brilliant white. And the train was heading straight for it.

As we got closer, I wasn't given the time to prepare as I was thrown backwards on the floor. The light was so bright that I curled myself up in a ball with my arms covering my book and head.

I was squeezing them tightly as the train and myself was enveloped in the light.

Suddenly, everything was quiet. Everything was still. The sound of the engines on wheels on tracks were no more. Instead of the carpet, I felt like I was surrounded by plants. Hesitantly, I peeked out from behind my arms.

What I saw next had my eyes widen and mouth open in awe. I was in a Golden field. The sky was the same sky I saw on the train. But it was even more gorgeous. Many birds were flying between the clouds… at least, I think they were birds. I couldn't be bothered with what was and wasn't. I pushed myself to my feet, book right in my arms as I glanced around. It was truly a sight to behold.

I never felt such peace and tranquility in a place before. It was just…pure. I felt the wind brush against me, blowing through my curls. I noticed that my feet were suddenly bare and was amazed when I saw the plain shirt and sweatpants that I had on prior was instead replaced with an angelic attire.

I felt this sudden weight and movement on my back as well, looking behind me, I gasped when I saw pure white and grey feathers fill my vision.

"A-Angel wings??! Holy moly… I have wings on my back!" I instinctively looked up above my head and saw a golden halo hovering above me.

I was silent as I observed the new features. I didn't know what to do with my new founded wings. Wanting to try and move them, I focused on my back and tried my best to feel the connection of my shoulder blades to my wings. Easily enough, on of my wings stretched out. I started to move and flex them around, causing me to jump with joy.

I always loved angels! Just the idea was stunning to me, and now I am one!

"What a minute… if I'm an angel then does that mean that...?" Not even a second later did I hear a familiar, light voice call my name. The voice was shaky and questioning. And I could hear the disbelief and the tears in her voice.

"Oh my god… Lily? Is that you baby?" I slowly turned towards the voice. My eyes were met with two very familiar people that I knew from the bottom of my heart. My mom looked so beautiful in her golden white dress, and dad looked just as stunning. They're the reason why I have such good looks.

My mom covered her mouth as she started to sob joyfully once she confirmed it was most definitely me. "M-mommy? And Daddy too?" I didn't stop the free flow of tears that escaped my eyes as I laughed and ran towards them at full speed. I dropped my book as my mom and dad ran towards me.

I lunged towards them, using my wings to push me faster to them as I tackled them both into a full, right hug. The force of me landing on them sent the to the floor, but it didn't matter. We were in each other's arms again. I was with my mother and father once more. Cries and laughter's of joys filled the air as we held each other, basking in each other's presence.

Never in a million years would I have thought that the train I was on was my one way ticket to paradise. Thank you for making my wish come true.