There were no bright lights at the end of her tunnel vision.

There were no walls of fire growing higher and higher over her.

There were no beautiful sounds of angels and harps and happiness.

There was only nothing.

"Adiana Crest."

Her green eyes snapped open at the sound of a voice saying her name. She sits up; there is no feeling to her. She can't feel the space beneath her where she lays. She can't feel the beat of a heart pounding in her chest. She can't feel, and she wonders if this is what death really feels like.

"Time of death, 3:18 P.M. at her apartment in Long Beach, California, United States of America. Cause of death, alcohol and sleeping pill overdose."

She stands, and looks around. It looks like the desert, but instead of mountains towering over her, it's a white sky, and creme colored sand. She shifts foot to foot. The voice changes.

"Sentence of eternity has been postponed until farther notice."

And then, suddenly, the area is bursting with people going in and out of numerous doors. She stares with fright, her breathing picking up as she turns quickly to look at her surroundings. It reminds her of the LAX, hustling and bustling with people of all kinds and types. There are a few hurrying with children - they are frightened and simply follow the guide that holds onto their hand tightly. Addy stares at the sight of the bright white wings that are sprouting from their back.

And then, there are the few dark figures that lurk the halls, tugging on a chain that holds numberless people handcuffed to it. Dark red eyes glare at anything in their path.

"Adiana Crest," she is called to from behind. Turning, there stands a man with a cell phone in one hand, wearing a simple plaid button up covering his torso and a pair of loose blue jeans. He looks up from the phone's screen, his eyes flashing a light gray from the light reflected off them. "Follow me," he says, before turning and walking away. Addy, not knowing what else to do, follows him step for step.

"Where am I?" she asks, finally reaching to walk beside him. His thumb swipes across the screen of the cellphone.

"You're in Purgatory," he simply says, almost nonchalant, as she stares at him. Her lips slightly parted in an 'o'.

"Why am I here?"

He stops suddenly, and she forces herself to stop too. He opens a door, which leads down a long hallway. He motions for her first. She steps in, and he follows.

"Your judgement has been postponed due to a balance in the evidence. Because of this, you're stuck here until they decide on a date and put you in front of the court."

Addy swallows hard. Her heart pounds in her throat.

"So I'm dead?" she whispers, looking down at her feet as they walk.

"Don't be so surprised. You did take sleeping pills with alcohol. If it you hadn't you would have still died from the liver failure or the cocaine overdose."

Addy gasps, and holds the breath in. Her stomach hurts, suddenly.

"Like I said, don't be surprised," he says again, not looking up from his phone.

"What did you mean by the balance of evidence against me?" she asks, finally looking up when she finds her voice.

"I meant that you've done an equal number of good things and bad things. No one eternity can claim you until they've had an official trial, but because of that balance, it's going to be even harder."

"But isn't there something I can do? Isn't there something that could help me? Put one more thing on the good side?"

He stops suddenly, and finally looks up from the screen. His gray eyes meet her green.

"It's not an easy task, Adiana."

"And I thought dying was going to be pretty hard too, but look where it got me," she retorts, a slight frown pulling at her lips. He chuckles and shakes his head, continuing down the hall.

"There is something, but you won't do it."

"How do you know that? What if I want to do it? I'd really like to be sitting on a comfy little cloud for the rest of time rather than burning in Hell."

He chuckles again before stopping in front of a door and opening. On the door it has her name. She's surprised by this. Looking down both ways of the hall, she notices that the doors are never ending. He steps in and she follows. It's a simple room, with a canopy bed in one corner, a sofa and a television on one side, and there's a small table with light purple flowers in a vase.

"This will be where you'll wait until your trial."

He turns to leave.

"What about my second chance!" she yells, spinning around to stop him. He stops just a few feet from the door, but doesn't turn.

"If you're serious about the second chance, then you should know there's no backing out of it."

"I'm okay with that."

He sighs before finally turning around. A hand runs through his neat blonde hair, and his grey eyes meet her green ones.

"It's a complex task, but if done right, it's a straight ticket to Heaven."

"Fucking tell me already," she growls, her hands fisting at her sides. He smirks slightly.

"You have to put a lost soul back on track."

Her hands loosen, and she frowns. "I have to do what?"

He then repeats, "Put a lost soul back on track. We give you someone who has fallen off the life path destined for them, and you see how it's supposed to be. Then, from there, you put them back on track to follow it. You can't tell them what has to happen, but you can make it happen by any means necessary."

"And that's my ticket to Heaven?"

"If!" he holds up a finger. "If, they are put back on track, then yes, a ticket to Heaven."

"What if I can't make it happen?"

His smirk turns into a slight cocky grin. "I hope you like the heat."

Addy shivers at the thought of Hell. She doesn't want to go there, no matter what.

"And what are my odds I'll get into Heaven without this second chance?" she asks softly, crossing her arms over her chest.

He shrugs. "It varies. For you, and what I've read up on you, it's way too close to tell. That's why they have the higher-ups working on your case."

A thin dark eyebrows lifts up to her purple hair line.

"How high-up?"

His grin is back. "All the way to the top, Adiana. You should feel special."

Before Addy can say another word about her trial, or about the 'higher-ups' working on her case, the man snaps his fingers. They're standing in a very small room. Addy looks around.

"Why are we on a tour bus?" she asks, looking around as she sees sights of broken guitar strings, picks, miniature amps, empty bottles of beer, and a pile of fans' underwear sitting on the small kitchenette table. When Addy doesn't get an answer from the blonde haired, grey eyed man. She turns to look at him. He's smirking slightly before nodding his head over to a picture frame hanging over the curtain that leads into the back of the bus.

It's a big pictured, filled with about fifteen different bodies. Each one is covered in tattoos.

"Your soul is the tall one with the black hair. His name is Jimmy Sullivan. You have until December twenty-eighth to put him back on track. You'll get more information soon."

And then he's gone, and it's simply Addy left on the tour bus. She can hear the loud rock music and the screaming fans.

What have I gotten myself into?