CHAPTER eleven: Meeting her creator.

　　Voices, hushed voices. Sometimes they got really deafening like someone was yelling directly into her ears.

　　‘Was paradise this noisy?’ Amelia Whittaker wondered in bewilderment.

　　But even if she was in heaven why can’t she see beyond this suffocating darkness and the biting pain in her insides.

　　‘Does pain comes even in the afterlife?’ she had so many unanswered questions but her lungs seemed to be glued forever and no matter how hard she tries, her eyes won’t come open.

　　Suddenly she was thrusted into a space.

　　Falling leaves floated from the treetops. Its golden undergrowth only allowed copious amounts of light to pass through the twisted branches. The streams of light gave off an enthralling result, making the jungle look and feel magical. To Amelia, it was the most dazzling place she had seen in her life, a place where she might be able to find peace. The contrast of colors of the autumn seasons took her breath away.

　　Mouth gaping wide, Amelia watched the leaves fall breat