Hailey woke up and slowly looked around.
This is not right. Where am I? Is this heaven? Why the fuck am I alive? Who am I?
She ran over to the body length mirror that was hanging in the gorgeous room and examined herself. She was wearing tiny shorts, a t-shirt that said Brooklyn across it and she had blonde hair. Her legs were thin and tan as well as her arms. She started shaking, out of nervousness as she ran downstairs trying to act normal but still shaking. She sat down a few seats away from a lot of kids her age and then two younger girls that she had seen in movies.

Brandon shifted his gaze over to the blonde girl who had just sat down, shaking and looking rather freaked out. He stood and approached her, assuming that she was clueless as to what was going on here as well. He wasn't sure about the others, they all seemed fairly composed. He sat next to the girl and whispered, "are you okay?" so no one else would hear. If this girl and him were the only two who should be dead, he didn't want the others to notice and think them both insane.

"Is this heaven?" Hailey, or Brooklyn, whispered back as she looked at the boy. He seemed to have a confused look on his face too. She looked around noticing the two youngest girls were acting like this was their normal life.

Dakota looked over at Brooklyn and Brandon and then looked at Rylee. "Something isn't right here...I'm not supposed to be alive.." she said in a tiny whisper so only Rylee would hear but she figured Brooklyn and Brandon would probably hear too but they seemed to be going through the same thing she was.

Brandon shook his head. "I don't think so," he looked over at the two little girls, "because I've never heard of bossy little brats in heaven," he said with a little laugh. Out of everyone in the room, this girl seemed like one of the easiest to talk to.

"I'm... apparently Brandon," he said to her, smirking.

Life...
Neverending...

Dammit, where am I?

I tumbled over the sheets, disheveling them with frail kicks.
"Dammit.." I mumbled, before the flashback struck...

"Kill him!"
"I can't!"
"Do it!!"
The gun had turned, my hand sliding to fit it's new direction as my finger wrapped around the trigger and I closed my eyes, the cold steel barrel of the semi-automatic pistol sitting complacently on my tongue.

Boom.

My eyes jolted open to study the room I was in. I studied it carefully, again and again. Assessing possibilities, because I was almost damn sure that Heaven didn't have Sevendust posters on the walls.
I brushed my hands through the now kind of curly hair, burgendy and black. I touched the bangs, my face. My lip piercings were gone and now I had a tongue stud, knowing that from hearing the clank of it against my teeth when I gasped and exhaled.

I turned and raced for the mirror staring at myself. Well, I wasn't black anymore. My skin was white-girl tanned. I shook my head, staring into my own jade-coloured eyes, touching the little nose ring. Wow.
I turned, brushing my hands over my figure. It was more curved than my last, more scarless and perfected. But it looked nothing like me. I shook in a little bit of terror, moving to the door in the smooth silk shorts and blue tank top.

Opening the door I looked out, staring about absently.
"Anyone there?" I asked, whispering loud enough to be heard hopefully; unless I was alone.

Rylee looked at Dakota, "Neither am I," She said quielty. She heard footsteps upstairs and faint whisepering which she couldn't make out. "I'll go check out what that is," She said as she put out her cigarette and walked upstairs. She somehow knew her way around the house even though she couldn't remember living here. She walked up and saw a girl who she seemed as confused as the rest of them.
"Hi.." She said slowly.

Dakota looked at the other two and then put her cigarette out too and followed Rylee. Like the others she knew her way around the house as if she lived there before. She shook her head like she was dreaming but she was still in the same room. She stopped behind Rylee and looked at the girl who came out of the room and she also looked confused. "Are you supposed to be dead too?" she whispered to the other girl looking right at her.

My eyes followed over the girl who appeared, before staring around suspiciously but with a small sense of fear or anxiety.

"Am I?... Do I know you?" I whispered, stepping out of the room, staring down at the lengthy lean legs that moved me.

Brandon looked over to Grace. "Would it kill you to be a little nicer?" he asked quietly, thoroughly irritated with her attitude. If there was one thing he had to complain about in his new life, those two brats would be it. He didn't care how famous they were and how nice he tried to be, he wasn't going to be bossed around by two little kids. He felt an odd impulse in his throat, and his hand instinctively reached down into his pocket and produced a cigarette. "Ah, there we go," he said as he pulled out a lighter and lit it, sucking in the tobacco thankfully.

Dakota looked at the girl who she figured was her sister. "Some of us aren't supposed to be alive..like me and her..the last thing we remember was killing ourselves and then we woke up here..and we're not ourselves." she explained looking at Rylee and then the new girl.

I laughed softly.

"Wow, me too." I said almost sarcastically, rubbing my face. "So... we are dead? Or are we what? Because this is not me either. This is not my body." I said, trying to boost my voice up as I approached the others, closing the awkward distances.

Dakota shook her head. "We're alive..and in bodies that's not ours. I was never this pretty before even though I always wanted to be pretty and thin but I remember being plain and not so thin." she said looking from the girl to Rylee. "We're supposedly sisters..and we have some brothers and a couple more sisters two of them being bratty actresses." she added.

"Actresses?" I questioned, brushing back the lengthy curls of burgendy, magenta, and black. "Sisters and brothers?" I pondered a moment. "Are you my sister? How do I get back to my old life? If I kill myself now is this going to happen again?"

Dakota nodded. "Olivia and Grace Brady..they're the famous actresses. Then there is you and Rylee and then Brandon and David and then Brooklyn and me." Dakota explained. Somehow she knew all of her brothers and sisters' names when she's only talked to Rylee and the new girl. "I don't think none of us can go back to our old life..we've been given the second chance to live." she explained.