WHO: Leslie Burke & OPEN TO ANYONE! WHAT: freaking out after figuring out she died WHERE: one of the many parks in Los Angeles WHEN: December 12th, early afternoon RATING: TBA STATUS: in progress...
Leslie ran. She'd been staying in a room at the shelter and after the realization of having died sweapt over her, she found herself unable to bear being around those who were still alive. Sure, she was here, she was breathing and walking for whatever reason, but she had died. She knew it. She remembered.
The rope had snapped and she'd gone under. She'd tried, oh how she tried, to fight her way to the surface, but the water had been too fast and she'd never been that strong of a swimmer. And then, caught up in the rushing waters, her head had stuck that rock (or had it been a log?) and things had started to dim. Leslie remembered seeing a light, feeling warm, and then...
She was here.
Since when was the afterlife some sort of war-torn version of Los Angeles? Wasn't death supposed to send you to heaven, like Jesse's Church taught? She had thought the sermon had been beatiful; Jesse thought it was boring. Had...had she been sent here instead of that heavenly place, because she hadn't believed?
Coming to a stop near a tree, Leslie fell to her knees, putting her elbows on the ground as she bowed her head and covered her blonde hair with her hands, pressing her forhead into the grass. "I can't do this," she whispered silently through her tears. "This isn't right. I'm not right."