As a special treat, I thought I would write a special scene. In Soul Deep, Sarah is there with Whitney from the very beginning. But who was with Sarah when she died? So, as a special thank you to my readers, here is a short (unedited) scene allowing you to reflect back at Sarah's passing. You will see that no one, not even Sarah died with the knowledge she so beautifully possessed in
Soul Deep.
I couldn't remember the way the sun felt as it kissed my skin, or they way his eyes melted my soul when he looked at me. The only thing that I could focus on was the fact that I was dead. Not just saying it, but really and truly dead. As dumbfounded as I was, the only thing I could do was sit and stare out into space. What was my life for? Did it have a meaning? Did I do what was needed?
As many questions as I had surely meant that I had failed some test. A test that I didn't know was being given. Were there signs? Did anyone ever give me a clue to the answers?
Shaking my head, and I'm sure if anyone saw me they'd think I was indeed odd, but I just couldn't fathom the thought that I'd wasted my entire twenty years of life. And to what? I hadn't even married yet. Although I was sure Daniel was going to ask for my hand any day. But what about this place? Where was I? I didn't even know where here was. It sure wasn't heaven, but I was pretty sure it wasn't hell either.
I gasped. Purgatory?
I didn't deserve this. I was a good a person. My heart rate picked up, well, at least I think my heart was beating. Ugh. How can that be if I was dead?
"I'm so glad you're awake. I've been so excited to see you." A woman in a long white dress walked toward me, from behind the stone wall beside me. The dress she wore wasn't like a wedding dress. No, I looked her up and down, it was more medieval.
"Who are you?"
She smiled. "I was your grandmother, but now I'm your sister." Her smile saddened, softening her features.
I shook my head some more. "No. My grandma was old, and you can't just become a sister. That's not how things work."
She looked amused. "Really? Then please enlighten me. How do things work?"
I stood up from my marbled bench, noticing for the first time that I too wore a long white gown. Strange. Was that there before? Trying to not lose focus on the conversation, I shook off the lingering feeling of violation as I realized someone must have dressed me. "Um... Um... I'm sorry. I'm a bit distracted by these clothes. I don't remember putting them on." I shrugged and looked up at the woman. "As for becoming a sister, it's simply not done that way. When you die you get to be with family. You get to see all of your loved ones who passed before you, they wait for you at the pearly gates. You don't die and find out your family is no longer your family."
The wistful stare she had made my insides twist up into knots. "My sweet one, there is much for you to learn. And then, one day, you can share all of your knowledge with someone who comes to Prison."
Her words slammed into my chest knocking the wind from me. "Prison?" She must be mistaken. "I don't understand.
"Come with me, there is much for me to show you." She held her hand out and I took it with my shaky one. Then I stepped with her, into the first real look into my afterlife.
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