Chapter 1
I have always loved the readings of a poet. They always seemed to co-exist with a life like mine and a death-like mine.
My name is Vanessa Ives. Most people would believe that death is the end, but most people are wrong.
Allow me to quote a poem from my childhood...
(Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die.)
My death was an unforeseen gift both for me and those around me from the almighty himself.
Happy is how I was planning to remain but like all things, it did not last forever.
I can't remember of my life in the kingdom of God I still don't know why Mabey because the living is not allowed to remember that is just his way.
I just remember feeling warm safe and protected, that is until something dark touched my very soul.
Not like something i felt before but it was dark enough to send chills down one's spine.
Then suddenly....."Ahhhhh!!!!" I woke up from what felt like the most wonderful dream into a most terrifying nightmare.
My vision was sensitive to light I shielded my eyes and my hearing was dull I could hear a man talking in mumbles.
