My name is Rosalie Anne Smith. I was raped and murdered by Robert sanders in the summer of 1978. I was 15 and the typical teenage life. I had the world on my side, captain of the school soccer team, President of the Choir club, and a pretty popular girl in the school. But all that changed in a flash one night. One choice began my last choice.
Friday night, August 18th 1978, I was walking home from a friend’s house; it was late around 10 or so. It was still warm out, so I decided to take the path through the city park to get home. The park is absolutely quiet with only the sound of the huge fountain in the center. I paused at the fountain and stood in awe. Thinking no one was around, I said aloud, “This is a romantic spot.” I was awakened from my fantasy, of being with a boy here, when a deep male voice who said, “Yes, indeed, you are quite beautiful yourself my dear.” I tired to run but I got sharp pain in the back of my head and everything went black.
When I woke up, every part of my body hurt. I just laid on the cold floor of a dark room. My hands and feet were tied together. I couldn’t scream or call for help, my mouth was covered in duct tape. He must have heard me starting to stir, because he came in with a large knife.
He said to me “Now to finish you off, Rosalie. Oh! I was very pleased with your body; it’s lovely and so young.”
He laughed and I felt the icy burn of the knife driven into my heart multiple times.
The pain was excruciating and unbearable. Suddenly everything went bright, like a light being shined into my face, but as quickly as it came it was gone. I opened my eyes slowly I was back in the dark room.
This isn’t supposed to happen. Why am I in the room again? Why can I see my body on the floor? There is a pool blood, I look nothing like self. I could not stand there any longer, I ran out the room and out the door of the little shack. I ran until I was back in the park. I don’t know how far I ran. I just wanted to get away. I stopped and I cried on fallen tree in the forest area of the park. The sun had just finished setting, it was dark again. What am I? I was killed but I am not in heaven. Am I going to hell? After I calmed down I fell into a weird sleeping state.
I didn’t know what to do with myself, when I awoke. I walked to the bench by the fountain. I saw a news paper on the bench. I picked it up and started reading. “Sunday, August 18th 1987, the body of Rosalie Smith, was found on a hiking trail just 10 miles outside of town. During the search for her after she reported missing, a k9 unit found her dead body. The smith girl was found with several deep cuts in her chest and severally beaten. No evidence has been found…..” I was killed by Robert Sanders, but he got away leaving no evidence to my case.
I decided then I was stuck between worlds. I wasn’t here but I wasn’t there either. There were so many things I wish I could do, like tell my parents “I am sorry and I love them.” “What was my team going to do?” I thought. I laid on the bench and drifted to the odd sleeping state again, as many “what ifs” flowed through my head.
I was awoken by groups of students who walked through the park on their way school. Not a single person said hi to me. “I see them but could they not see me? Could they hear me?” I called out a hello at towards a group of peers. No one replied or even looked for who called. I stood in front of the next group of kids, they walked right through me. “am I a ghost” I was standing in front of the fountain looking for my reflection. A boy walked up to me, his name was John Dawson, I have never talked to him before. I always thought he was pretty cute, but I never saw him with a girl. He then said to me, “Aren’t you Rosalie?”
“You can see me?!?” I replied.
“Yes, I can. What happened to you, you have cuts and bruises all over you? Are you okay?” John said.
“How can you see me? I am dead” I replied.
“I have a gift to help people who have not crossed over, I can help you, Rosalie.”
We started talking, as I explained what happened, I did not feel so lonely. “Aren’t you going to be late for school?” I asked.
John replied, “I will skip today, I finally have the chance to talk to you.”
“But I am dead, why do you care? We never talked before.”
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He looked down at the ground and then looked deeply into my eyes, “I always thought you were an amazing and beautiful girl, I was just too nervous to talk to you.” But he ended in a frown. I was shocked, then he said, “I waited too long…” I put my hand on his shoulder and our eyes met. “I always had a secret crush on him.” We both leaned forward and kissed. He quickly stopped and said to me in a solemn voice, “we can’t be together, you have to let go of this life and get to the other side.”
He explained to me how to cross over but I couldn’t stop thinking about our kiss, about him. He was two years older than me, but he was like any girls’ dream guy. Tall, strong, and his was brown was kept short. His eyes were a stunning green. He wore a pro5 shirt and jeans everyday. I fell in love with him. As if he could read my mind he said, ”love between a spirit and a medium is forbidden. Rose, the sooner you crossover the easier it will be. You need to let go of every thing here on earth.”
To crossover I had to let go of all my memories. As I slowly played them through my mind they went hazy and finally disappeared.
“John, will I ever get those memories back?”
“Yes, Rosalie, if you reach heaven.”
I let go of all my memories in soccer, friends, family, and singing with choirs, and the holidays. All of them were gone but one, one I did not want to lose.
“You had a wonderful life, but you need to let go of our kiss, you need to forget me.”
“Wait, you saw all my memories?” I asked.
“Yes, its how you will get your memories back. This isn’t the last the time you will see me, I give back all your happy and important memories, so you may rest in peace and bliss in heaven. One last thing, Rose, I love you.”
I let go of our kiss and everything went white and bright, I had to shut my eyes. The pain disappeared and the cuts healed. I opened my eyes slowly to the big pearly gates of heaven, with a boy who looked roughly 17, dressed in white suit, with brown short hair and stunning green eyes. He was holding roses and envelope. He said to me, “Rosalie, my name is John and this is for you.” He handed me the roses and envelope. I felt a rush through my entire body and all my memories were back. I opened my eyes and I knew who he was. I slowly said, “You have to go now don’t you?”
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“No, Rose I don’t. I am here to spend the rest of eternity with you. I killed myself, after you left earth. Life became a Hell. My heart and everything became dark and cold; I couldn’t live with the pain.”
I stepped closer and looked up at him, smiled, and said, “I love you too. “
We walked into the gates, hand in hand. It was the happiest moment of my new memories, my new world, and my new life. It was the life after death.