I wake up, confused and shaken.

‘ where am I? ‘

I look at my surroundings. A road. A car. No street lights.

‘ Wait? I’m not not dead? ‘

Suddenly I remember the sound of the car horn and people shouting at me to move out of the way. I also remember the horrified look on the face of the woman that was in the car and the indifferent one of the man just before they crashed into me.

I see police and ambulance have arrived. I also see my dead body.

‘ WHATS GOING ON? ‘

Am I dead or alive? I don’t get this.

‘ is anyone else here? ‘

‘ Of course someone else is hear. Your guiding spirit. ‘

I jerk around, shocked.

Behind me stands a woman with a kind face, lush out brown hair that falsa delicately on her shoulders. She’s wearing a majestic white gown that shines in the sunlight.

‘ How, what-

‘ Im a guiding spirit. I appear and disappear casually. It’s my thing. ‘

‘ wait, what are you? And am I dead or alive? ‘

‘ Like I said three times, I’m your guiding spirit. I’m supposed to help guide you to the afterlife. Heaven, I hope. But yes, you are dead. But, you also have some unfinished business down here on earth. So, you got it now? ‘

I nod my head. I have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about, but at this point she looks annoyed, like the answers to my questions were extremely obvious.

She smiles at me and flicks her hand. A white key suddenly appears in the air. It has an eye at the center, but the eyelid is closed. On ut, there is a clock.

‘ this is your key. If you complete your tasks on earth, the eye will open, and send you to heavens gates. But, see this clock right here? ‘

She rests her finger on the clock on the key.

‘ If the time runs out, you’re going to hell. Forever. So I suggest you get started. ‘

Then, she disappears.

But having spent my childhood with a drunk mother and an absent father, I don’t know where to get started. Because if my mom is my unfinished business, I’m not doing it. Cause she quite literally ruined my life. And not just my childhood. She’s the one that tried killing me in the first place. She was the reason I was running away from home, and I reached the street. She’s the reason why I didn’t check if there were any cars passing because I knew I would die anyways. She’s the reason my body is in a cemetery with no flowers on my tomb and my soul still on that street waiting to figure what to do.