TCHIAI part 5

Let's give a girl a heart attack.

I try to scream, really, I truly do, but heck, I'm so scared that I can't even inhale. And do you know what happens? The lamest thing happens. I pass out, because I forget to inhale as I see the creepy figure, right next to me.

I pass out, because I didn't breathe.

I PASS OUT. BECAUSE I DIDN'T BREATHE.

It’s a great story to tell people in heaven of how you died, really it is.

Angel: "So, how did you end up in the multitudes of pureness?"

Me: "I didn't breathe."

Angel: "All right, I understand. You drowned or chocked on some food, right?"

Me: "No, I became so scared that I actually stopped breathing."

Angel: "Oh..."

Me: "Yeah, dude, I know."

I feel really dizzy and as I try to open my eyes, I see a bright light.

"Heaven...?"

"Um, no, actually… You’re far from it."

Okay, to tell you the truth, I am really not "kidnapping material." I'm not a supermodel, pretty teenager that does dance and all these sports and mess. No, I’m a dirty blonde, tall, chubby, broken-out-face teenager that sits on her laptop all day, looking up posts on tumblr. And what do I look up? I look up posts of hot guys and fictional characters that I cried for multiple times. I'm the type of teenage girl that has never been kissed and still am really grossed out of the idea of it. I'm the type of girl that doesn't even want to be in a relationship right now because I really love just eating all those fatty foods and sitting down like a couch potato to read books, write stories, and freaking watch T.V. shows like Supernatural and Doctor Who.

Sure, I actually try to dress up really nice like all the other girls at my college prep private school, just so I can blend into the crowd easily. And heck, I’ll admit it. I want to look a little bit hot. 

So, maybe with it being so dark outside, I could have been considered for “kidnapping material.”