Above.

Chapter 6 - "Test it Out."

While Yasmine sat awake in her bed, she ate some ice cream after her mother and Lela left. While she laid alone in her hospital bed, she was flipping the channels back and forth when she seen another news coverage of Trayvon Martin. She lunged up and cut the tv all the way up, listening to the parents of Trayvon Martin speak.

"I felt that the jury already had their minds made up when they set eyes on this case." Tracy Martin said as he sat next to Sybrina. "My son received no type of justice.."

"Sybrina, did you feel that since a majority of the jurors had children that they would understand?" The CNN interviewer asked.

"No I looked at them as people. I thought that they would look at my son as a person who was just trying to get home, and I was wrong." Sybrina said. "Especially considering that he was feet away from where he was trying to get to."

"HEY GIRL!"

"Holy shit!" Yasmine jumped as she looked at the door.

It was her friend Sandra. She was african american and always had her hair slicked back into one of the thickest and most vibrant afro puffs. She always had gold hoop earrings to match her spunky style as well, so she never seemed to let her bright personality down. Sandra laughed and placed her small gift bag with a tiny balloon sticking out of it before pulling up a chair that's close to her bed.

"So what's up?" Sandra smiled. "Did I scare you?"

"Yes!" Yasmine snarled. "Now shhh! I'm watching the news."

When Yasmine glanced back at CNN, the interview with Trayvon Martin's parents had went off. In the background of the spokesperson, was a picture of Trayvon. Sandra shook her head at the tv, then looked back at Yasmine.

"I knew that they weren't going to convict George Zimmerman. They were all white jurors." Sandra said as she shook her head. "Of course they were going to view as him as some thug. It's stereotypical."

"But he's not." Yasmine said in an outburst. "I assure it. I just wished that other people believed it as well."

"That's the media for you." Sandra shrugged as she shook her head.

Yasmine glanced at Sandra and felt comfortable enough to tell her what was going on. Yasmine turned down the volume to the tv, then looked at her in a serious way.

"Sandra, I have to tell you something." Yasmine said in a serious tone. "But you have to promise that you'll believe me, because it's going to sound a little crazy."

"What's the matter?" Sandra asked.

"Well, when I got into my accident, I.........I woke up somewhere else." Yasmine said. "I woke up somewhere where it's super cloudy and there were golden gates to enter."

"Heaven?" Sandra laughed.

"Yes! Yes that's exactly where I woke up." Yasmine said in a serious tone. "But heaven looks the exact same as it does on earth! There's houses, streets, rooms, restaurants, all of that! Nothing costs and everything is free! It's certain celebrities that live in certain areas, though."

"So you're saying that you woke up in the after life?" Sandra asked, scrunching her eyebrows at her.

"Yes! And guess who I met?"

"Who?"

"Trayvon Martin." Yasmine nodded.

Sandra was starting to think that Yasmine was a little "looney" or crazy of some sort. She gave her a weird look, thinking that she was still on some sort of drugs or something.

"And he's nothing like the media portrays him to be. He's actually pretty blunt and rude, but you can tell that he has a soft side." Yasmine continued, still trying to persuade Sandra. "He likes to smoke a lot, which is weird. He also expresses his love towards his mother a lot because they had a close bond, and he also told me that his mother was going to kick him out of the house because of his behavior. It's all pretty confusing."

"Okay, are you still on drugs or something Yas?" Sandra laughed. "You're talking as if you knew him or something. He's............he's dead-"

"Which is exactly how I met him in heaven! We conversed, we ate pizza, smoked, all-"

"Wait a minute, wait. a. minute." Sandra laughed as she smacked her legs, unable to stop laughing. "You're telling me that you can smoke blunts in heaven?"

"Yes!" Yasmine plead. "Jesus doesn't mind, just as long as you don't commit any of the 7 sins."

"How did you go to heaven when you haven't even died yet?" Sandra laughed, wiping her eyes.

"You.............you go visit the place when you..........when you're on life sup..." Yasmine stuttered, unable to explain.

"Please stop, Yas! PLEASE." Sandra begged as she leaned to the side, holding her stomach as she laughed uncontrollably. "You're killing me! You're really killing me! STOP IT."

"I knew that you weren't going to believe me." Yasmine said as she folded her arms, shaking her head.

"Okay. Okay......." Sandra said as she managed to stop laughing, wiping her tears. "I believe you."

"No you don't." Yasmine said as she shook her head. "I can tell in your demeanor."

"Alright i'm not gonna lie, I don't. I'm sorry." Sandra said as she stood up and made her way towards the door. "Yas, I still think that you might be weezy off of those drugs. I'll be back tomorrow, alright?"

"Whatever."

Yasmine was growing furious. She was getting extremely frustrated with the fact that people were starting to think that she was losing her mind, going crazy, or just plain out insane.

She knew that there was only one way to prove it.

At night, Yasmine knew that her doctor was going to do open heart surgery on an older man who was suffering from severe heart attacks. So Yasmine decided to take a empty needle out of the bin that sat beside her and placed it into her pocket, waiting for her doctor to walk by with the tray of surgery items. When she seen her appear 20 minutes later, Yasmine opened the door and bumped into her, knocking everything out of her hand.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so, so, so, so, sorry!" Yasmine gasped as the doctor took a deep breath and kneeled down to pick everything up.

"It's alright, Yasmine." The doctor said. "Just, just make sure that you get some rest okay?"

"I......I will...."

In the process, Yasmine quickly switched one of the anesthetic needles with the empty one and stood up with the doctor, helping her organize everything on her tray. Yasmine smiled and walked into her room, shutting her door and laying back down into her bed. When she did that, she glanced at the needle that was filled with clear acting poison and googled how much she was supposed to inject.

"Alright." Yasmine whispered as she laid back into her bed. "I hope that this works."

Yasmine placed the needle inside of her arm and injected 2/3 of the anesthetic medicine into her system, which was a tad bit too much. However, she did it on purpose. Yasmine quickly slipped into a deep and dangerous sleep, awaiting to see if what she was fantasizing about was true.

When she woke up, she seen Trayvon and Jesus standing over her.

"And we were smoking and then she just.........passed out!" Trayvon begged as he stood face to face with God's son. "I swear I didn't mean to kill her!"

Yasmine knew it. She was back in heaven, AGAIN. Her only problem was how she was going to keep visiting when she got better, and how she was going to convince people in the outside world.