Bucket List

I wake up in the brightest room I've ever seen in my entire life. Soon my eyes adjust to the light, and I can see again. I'm in a long, long hallway, laying on a bench. People with white dresses slowly walk towards me. Are they walking? It looks like they're floating. Why. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Five minutes pass and they finally reach me.
"Hello," they whisper in a heavenly voice. "welcome."
"Who are you?" I ask
"Why, we're the peacekeepers."
"Why am I here."
"You were chosen."
"For what?!" I cry. They don't answer. One person starts to whisper to the other. I can faintly hear them. ' what a shame, she was so young' one says. The other one only responds with 'I know'. I snap back to reality. "Am I dead?!"
"Well, not completely...."
"WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!" I scream, over reacting. I start to hyperventilate.
"Well, you see, it's very complicated. You're not dead YET."
"Well how do I get back?"
"That's the thing.... since you had a reason to die, you have to have the biggest desire to go back. The purest and most bright desire."
"I want to though! Really bad! I don't want to leave mom and Macy like this!"
"That's not enough. Now, we must leave you to think."
"Wait! Help m.." I stop my sentence half way through because I was completely shocked. The 'Angels' just disappeared in front of me. Yet it took them ten minutes to walk over to me. Ever thought of teleporting then? Geez. A couple minutes pass. A dim light starts to flicker at the end of the hallway. It starts to come closer. It's a... vision to the real world. My mom sits beside my hospital bed, crying. My heart wrenches as I see how she looks.
Her hair is all messy, and her clothes are dirty. She must've been here for days. He holds a picture of Macy. Macy... I wonder what happened with her. I assume that she's back at home, slowly breathing as she sleeps in her bed. Oh how I love my family.
Okay tammy, I tell myself. Focus. Mom. Macy. They love you so much and if you leave them like this you'll never get to say goodbye.
C'mon.
Cmonnn.
I squeeze my eyelids together and clench my fists. I try so hard to bring myself back to my mother.
But then I stop.
Not because I want to.
Because something was stopping me from continuing.
I can't talk, see, or move anymore. This is it Tammy.
Do or die.
Do or die.