September 7th, 2014

Late last night I was lying on my loveseat couch in the living room of my apartment. I was lying on my left side because my back had been bothering me. My head sunk lower down in the pillow that I was resting my head on than normal which I found odd.

I blinked a few times, noticing the room had begun to get a little fuzzy and my vision back to turn black. I felt the urge to stop breathing as my heart rate began to slow down to where I could barely feel it at all. I blinked again feeling the urge to this time open up my mouth and keep my eyes staring at the couch cushion.

Then I realized that death was coming for me. But I wasn't ready for it. "I'm not ready to go yet God. I have so much to do..." I whispered inside my head, I wasn't afraid but I was afraid for everyone else. As much as I was depressed and suicide had been constantly hanging over my head, I would've never done something like that.

"Turn to the right." I heard the voice whisper, I blinked feeling my vision returning and my heart rate picking up at a normal pace when I turned over on my right side. I gasped in surprise, seeing an outline form of a boy who looked about 9 or 10 years old.

"Hi!" The boy smiled at me and waved. It freaked me out and instead of being scared or afraid, I simply said, 'Hi' back. The boy smiled again as if hearing my voice brought joy to his face. He had dark curly hair thick brown like mine, bright vivid blue eyes like my mom and I's eye color and a dark complexion like my dad's skin from being out in the sun too long.

I knew without a doubt that I was seeing my little brother, Joseph. Granted, he would've been 18 here on earth, but in Heaven your never really growing up or anything. So I was surprised when I realized immediately who it was.

Then I blinked and he disappeared. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and looked up at the ceiling. That's when I fell asleep.