|Suicide Guardian|
Chapter Three

She was confused, I explained everything to her. Then, I did what Clarina did, and kissed her forehead. I  watched as fell to the ground, make choking sounds, and then close her eyes. I watched as her body slowly  faded away.

She probably went to the Field. Most spirits do unless they did something unbelievably bad or amazing. That's  rare though. Normally, for that, higher ranked angels deal with those.

"Congratulations," I heard Clarina say behind me as Opal's family's bathroom faded away to a plain hallway,  "You are now the Suicide Guardian."

I watched as she walked off, and disappeared. For some reason, I felt happy. I mean, I had accomplished  something I had been working on for eight or so months. But, after all, I am dealing with new souls who just  killed themselves and sometimes I have to comfort them and stuff. Some are just like 'okay' and then there's  gone. It's a really depressing job sometimes.

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It's been a little over a year and a half that I had been working as the Suicide Guardian when I had gotten the  call for a tri-meet (helping three over at the same time). Walking out of my office and down the hallway, I  entered a grayish-black room. I waited for a few minutes, when I felt the room's atmosphere change from calm to erratic and confused.

"Daughters of day, welcome." Turning around, I saw the three girls.  One was a red head, the other had black head, the third had dirty blonde. The dirty blonde had a crimson circle on her temple for the gun. The girl with black hair had crimson lips since she drowned. The red head had her hand print on her neck from strangling herself.

I looked at the with sadness, I had been in their place before: confused, scared, but seemingly happy.  I mean, I had escaped life,  but I had no idea where I was, or what really had happened. I softly spoke, saying , "You have entered the realm of Death. You don't have physical bodies anymore. You are now pure spirit. You will pass on into the Room of Judgment. There, your fate will be decided: Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory."

As I stepped towards them, I said, "Good bye daughters," and kissed their foreheads, watching them fade away into nothing. The job never, ever, gets any easier. Watching those souls who were put through hell in life, some get sent back, others left to wander a never ending Kansas field with other souls, not being able to communicate with one another, with the only thing to pass the time is memories, each and every one clarified and sharpened by death. Sometimes the Field seems to be more of a hell than Hell itself.

[Sorry about not posting in a week-ish. Haven't used my time to write sadly. If you could, please fave or comment if you're reading. If I have less than 5 readers, then I won't bother continuing this story. Which would be sad since I do like this one. I really do.]