Castiel is my only option, even after all this time and all of the people that I’ve met. The rest of us simply don’t know how to get out. If Castiel doesn’t get us out of here, it’s Hell for the rest of us anyway. Now that I can finally remember who I am, why would I give it up?
“What do you think we should do, pretty boy?” Seth asks, rolling his eyes. “Wouldn’t you think if there was a way to get out, I would know by now? I’ve literally been to Hell and back and there’s. No. Way. Out.”
“As head boy, I have a bit more access around here. I know how to get back to Earth. But as angels.”
“So we’re still just stuck to this place,” I argue, squinting my eyes at him. Maybe he does want to capture us here, let us think that we’re getting out before he keeps us captive.
“Not if we bring back our bodies.”
Eve rubs their biceps, shivering a bit at the thought of resurrecting ourselves. “But what if we’re badly decomposed?”
Castiel shakes his head, pink ringlets bouncing. “We shouldn’t be. Time pauses here so even if we all died at different times, we go back to the moment we died. It gives God the chance to double check if our death was actually intended to be our time to go. Luckily, it’s also a fairly good escape plan.”
“This seems impossible but let’s do it.”
***
And I guess that I’m alive again.
The hospital is just as gleaming white as Angel Academy was.
Or maybe that was a coma induced dream.
Too many wires and hoses hooked up to me. How long was I out?
But no, that had to be real. I know it was real. Despite how much easier it is to not acknowledge it.
I pull my body up with the strength that I have left, looking past the curtains that box me in. There’s gaps between the wall and the curtains, two beds to my left and one to my right. There’s a Black boy with pink hair. There’s a boy who is pale beyond belief. There’s a person with straight black hair fanned over the pillow.
Castiel. Seth. Eve.
Even with them here, I know that I’m free from that place.
