She felt her legs as she pulled them up close to her body, her chin resting on her knees. Her arms were tightly wrapped around her legs, holding them close, trying to become as small as she could. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished the pain would go away, wishing she could be somewhere far away from there. Little did she know that she would get her wish, but then again, this wasn’t about wishes.

Her ice blue eyes hesitantly opened and found herself looking down at a very clean, white floor. She shook her head a couple times, sending her curly dark hair flying in waves around her head, trying to make sense of what she was indeed seeing. Uh, I must be dreaming… She thought to herself as she rubbed her eyes and looked down again at the still transparent floor, people at a far distance going about with their every day lives, the picture and scene changing every now and again. She blinked again, but the she could still see them, the people, walking around and going about with their every day business as if they could not see her looking down at them. She gulped and thought that maybe they really couldn’t see her, but then where was she?

She decided to look up, here ice cold eyes reflecting the white from the room around her, letting a whisper escape her lips “Oh my God…” She heard someone laugh behind her and put their hand on her shoulder, whispering into her ear, “Only if you believe in God…” She turned around, but whoever it was left quickly, leaving no trace but a cold wind. She looked around again, the sight making her lose her breath once or twice. Lavishly decorated walls formed a pentagon around the large room, keeping all the occupants inside. Speaking of the occupants she realized that they all seemed to be teens her age, most of which were looking about as confused as she was, and others carrying on in polite conversation with another, looking quite content. The room had an aura of purity to it, the couches, wall trimmings, and even the front desk which sat prominently at the front of the room, were all white.

The cool touch of someone’s hand and a firmiliar voice behind her broke her from her quiet thoughts, making her jump a bit in her position on the ground. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, you just looked a bit lonely, that’s all…” The voice said; she looked up to see the rather handsome smiling face of a boy around her age, maybe a bit older. His shoulder length hair was perfectly taken care of and seemed to brush his face in a soft wind which blew perpetually around him. He offered her his hand and nodded “Lets get you off the ground, there’s an empty couch over there.” He gestured to one of the many couches around the room, which was surprisingly was empty. Most of the couches in the room were occupied by at least one person, if not three.

She soon found herself sinking into the comfortable cushioning of the white couch, wondering for a moment why she hadn’t sat down sooner. The guy looked over to her and tilted his head curiously to the side. “What’s your name? And how did you get here.” He smiled, though she strangely thought that he already knew the answers to his questions, but she decided to answer anyway.

She smiled back at him “Chika.” She paused for a moment, closing her eyes, and then opening them slowly, “I’d prefer not to think about what happened…and…where exactly is here?”

He nodded, “Sorry, I forgot to explain,” She nodded, though she wasn’t all that sure that he had forgotten, but she decided to play along anyways. “Here, is sort of a no-mans-land for souls. Purgatory, Limbo, if you wish. Though, if you find yourself here, you get a second chance. I’ll explain more about that later. Right now, we have to fill out this form, mostly for your own good, not ours. Here’s a mirror.” He pulled a small mirror out of a shoulder bag he was wearing, as well as waving a rather short-looking form at her and a pen.

She blinked, all too confused, but took the mirror none the less. “Why?” He didn’t bother with an answer and glanced at the form, but it was obvious he had done this many times before. “Lets see, we have your name…Age at death?” He readied his pen, awaiting her answer.

There; her question was answered, in three short words. She was dead, no question about it. She quietly sighed, wishing he had just been blunt about it earlier. “Seventeen.” Her voice was steady, like a slow dripping honey, though there was a bit of a quiver to it, but if she was scared, she didn’t show it in the least. “Cause of…We’ll just say non-applicable, eh? Hair color?”

She raised her eyebrow, and he pointed to the mirror, before she could say anything. “Dark Br…Black? Since when was my hair black?” She looked up from the mirror with a rather surprised look, and he just answered her with a smile, moving onto the next question.

“Eyes?” She looked into the mirror again “Light blue…” She blinked, as if to make sure. They weren’t light blue last time she checked.

“Light…what? But..” He looked up at her to make sure, and gave her a look of confusion. “Well…so they are.”

She returned his puzzled look, tilting her head to the side, “Is that so strange?” He laughed a bit and bit at the top of his pen in thought, and then spoke, “Look around you, almost everyone here has black eyes. Its…just something that happens when people get here. Their eyes turn dark. Sometimes dark brown. Dark blue is fairly common, but its still nice to see every once in a while. Light blue…well…never seen that before. Its…lovely.” She blushed, “Thank you…”

“Hair color is also like that. It’s the darker shades, dark brown, and black, that people normally have. There are always a few acceptations, but very few.”

The form was easy to fill out, with the help of the mirror, which was all too needed. The teen smiled gently at her, reassuring her that she was, indeed, alright, and in safe hands. After they finished, he dismissed himself for a few moments, putting the form away.

She felt her legs as she pulled them up close to her body, her chin resting on her knees. Her arms were tightly wrapped around her legs, holding them close, trying to become as small as she could. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished the pain would go away, wishing she could be somewhere far away from there. Little did she know that she would get her wish, but then again, this wasn’t about wishes.

Her ice blue eyes hesitantly opened and found herself looking down at a very clean, white floor. She shook her head a couple times, sending her curly dark hair flying in waves around her head, trying to make sense of what she was indeed seeing. Uh, I must be dreaming… She thought to herself as she rubbed her eyes and looked down again at the still transparent floor, people at a far distance going about with their every day lives, the picture and scene changing every now and again. She blinked again, but the she could still see them, the people, walking around and going about with their every day business as if they could not see her looking down at them. She gulped and thought that maybe they really couldn’t see her, but then where was she?

She decided to look up, here ice cold eyes reflecting the white from the room around her, letting a whisper escape her lips “Oh my God…” She heard someone laugh behind her and put their hand on her shoulder, whispering into her ear, “Only if you believe in God…” She turned around, but whoever it was left quickly, leaving no trace but a cold wind. She looked around again, the sight making her lose her breath once or twice. Lavishly decorated walls formed a pentagon around the large room, keeping all the occupants inside. Speaking of the occupants she realized that they all seemed to be teens her age, most of which were looking about as confused as she was, and others carrying on in polite conversation with another, looking quite content. The room had an aura of purity to it, the couches, wall trimmings, and even the front desk which sat prominently at the front of the room, were all white.

The cool touch of someone’s hand and a firmiliar voice behind her broke her from her quiet thoughts, making her jump a bit in her position on the ground. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, you just looked a bit lonely, that’s all…” The voice said; she looked up to see the rather handsome smiling face of a boy around her age, maybe a bit older. His shoulder length hair was perfectly taken care of and seemed to brush his face in a soft wind which blew perpetually around him. He offered her his hand and nodded “Lets get you off the ground, there’s an empty couch over there.” He gestured to one of the many couches around the room, which was surprisingly was empty. Most of the couches in the room were occupied by at least one person, if not three.

She soon found herself sinking into the comfortable cushioning of the white couch, wondering for a moment why she hadn’t sat down sooner. The guy looked over to her and tilted his head curiously to the side. “What’s your name? And how did you get here.” He smiled, though she strangely thought that he already knew the answers to his questions, but she decided to answer anyway.

She smiled back at him “Chika.” She paused for a moment, closing her eyes, and then opening them slowly, “I’d prefer not to think about what happened…and…where exactly is here?”

He nodded, “Sorry, I forgot to explain,” She nodded, though she wasn’t all that sure that he had forgotten, but she decided to play along anyways. “Here, is sort of a no-mans-land for souls. Purgatory, Limbo, if you wish. Though, if you find yourself here, you get a second chance. I’ll explain more about that later. Right now, we have to fill out this form, mostly for your own good, not ours. Here’s a mirror.” He pulled a small mirror out of a shoulder bag he was wearing, as well as waving a rather short-looking form at her and a pen.

She blinked, all too confused, but took the mirror none the less. “Why?” He didn’t bother with an answer and glanced at the form, but it was obvious he had done this many times before. “Lets see, we have your name…Age at death?” He readied his pen, awaiting her answer.

There; her question was answered, in three short words. She was dead, no question about it. She quietly sighed, wishing he had just been blunt about it earlier. “Seventeen.” Her voice was steady, like a slow dripping honey, though there was a bit of a quiver to it, but if she was scared, she didn’t show it in the least. “Cause of…We’ll just say non-applicable, eh? Hair color?”

She raised her eyebrow, and he pointed to the mirror, before she could say anything. “Dark Br…Black? Since when was my hair black?” She looked up from the mirror with a rather surprised look, and he just answered her with a smile, moving onto the next question.

“Eyes?” She looked into the mirror again “Light blue…” She blinked, as if to make sure. They weren’t light blue last time she checked.

“Light…what? But..” He looked up at her to make sure, and gave her a look of confusion. “Well…so they are.”

She returned his puzzled look, tilting her head to the side, “Is that so strange?” He laughed a bit and bit at the top of his pen in thought, and then spoke, “Look around you, almost everyone here has black eyes. Its…just something that happens when people get here. Their eyes turn dark. Sometimes dark brown. Dark blue is fairly common, but its still nice to see every once in a while. Light blue…well…never seen that before. Its…lovely.” She blushed, “Thank you…”

“Hair color is also like that. It’s the darker shades, dark brown, and black, that people normally have. There are always a few acceptations, but very few.”

The form was easy to fill out, with the help of the mirror, which was all too needed. The teen smiled gently at her, reassuring her that she was, indeed, alright, and in safe hands. After they finished, he dismissed himself for a few moments, putting the form away.

While he was gone, Chika took the time to look around herself. The setting hadn’t changed from before; a large white room, with white couches, and many people. She noticed now that most everyone had dark hair, and dark eyes, now that her acquaintance, and pointed it out to her.  Her eyes flashes past a light color, and moved on. She caught herself, and looked back, her eyes fleeting over everyone, looking for that splash of light that she had seen, around all the black hair. There was a girl sitting in the corner of the room, looking rather unhappy, unlike those smiling people all around. Her hair was light brown, covering her eyes, and her legs were drawn up onto the couch, looking rather bored. She was about to get up and go talk to her, when she was interrupted.

She heard a cough beside her, and the teen boy had sat down again on the couch to her side. She smiled, shifting her position back to look at him, away from the rest of the people in the room. “I’ll be back. I have one other person to talk to before we can go.”

She was going to ask him where they would be going, and what he meant, but he was gone. She sighed; this place was sure weird.

She heard a cough beside her, and the teen boy had sat down again on the couch to her side. She smiled, shifting her position back to look at him, away from the rest of the people in the room. “I’ll be back. I have one other person to talk to before we can go.”

She was going to ask him where they would be going, and what he meant, but he was gone. She sighed; this place was sure weird.