It Happens.... yeah.... Only to Me: Chapter Two:

I was in a crazy world of black and white and no color in between except the three figures. They were bluish, blackish, and kind of translucent. They weren't alive and they weren't dead. They looked as if they hadn't slept in years and looked so pale I thought they were dead, but their lips were moving. They were talking, that's for sure. I tried to move closer so that I may talk to them but my body was still in a bind.
That was when it became clearer- it meaning everything(and I mean absolutely everything). It was like my senses had become more acute, like I was more aware of my surroundings. I could hear almost every word they were saying. The conversation was lead by a male. He would've been handsome if he wasn't so ghost-like. He looked strong, with would-be-blonde hair an pale silver eyes. The other two engaged in the conversation were women. One looked about 2 years younger than the man and the other woman looked about 30 years older. The youngest woman looked like she was 19; she had long, wavy blackish hair with dark blue eyes but without the tint they would most likely have been brown. The eldest one in the conversation looked about 50 years old; she had short, silver curly hair and light blue eyes- darker than the man but lighter than the other woman's eyes. Their voices fit their appearances, too.
"She must be coming around soon," said the oldest woman.
"I think she is. I see her struggling, Amelia," said the man.
"I see it too, Elliott," the young woman slowly inching toward me finally spoke.
"Mary, I do believe that I was given instructions to approach and speak to her, and no one else, about this.... choosing," Elliott said making sure that they knew he was THE Alpha.
"Yes, I am so very sorry," Mary was obviously in love with Elliott but he either had no idea or he didn't care much.
Right now I didn't care much. They were talking about me, I am almost sure of it. This man, this figure, Elliott, was about to approach me I had to find a way out because he would kill me. I tried to find my breath, my senses, my voice anything that would tell me I am alive or bring me back to Earth! He floated ever so smoothly over to me. This beautiful creature wanted to talk to me.
"My name is Elliott."
"I kind of caught that." How and when did I get my voice back?
"I am not a ghost, vampire, werewolf, or ogre. I am an angel. I was sent here to tell you something...." He waited about a minute and I thought he either forgot what is was going to say or he was mentally challenged and needed help.
"Well aren't you going to tell me why you are here? Wait, why in the hell am I here?"
"Yes, I just like suspense. You are here for the same reason I am."
"To tell myself something?"
"No, I guess I worded it wrong. I am here because of you."
"Did I die? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, quite the opposite. You are alive and healthy, except with the whole flu part. And you have done a lot of rights, lately anyway. You have been selected at almost random to help spirits who are stuck in the middle, Earth, come to Heaven to get judged, but this is a long process. For every spirit, it takes about 4 weeks. In that time you have to help them show who they really were in their human life; if they were good or bad. We hope you will not fail us."
"Why me?" I asked dumfounded.
"You wanted God to prove He was real. You may be scared by the spirits but the only thing you have to fear is God."
"Well I'm fearing!!!" I was thoroughly freaked and scared.
"Mary, Amelia, and I will check up on you every week. This will probably last alomst all of your life or until you learn. We will either appear in dreams, your bedroom, school, or anytime at random. Remeber you are the only one who can see us and the other spirits, besides the other 'Spirit Guides'. There are about 49 other 'Spirit Guides'. You have been given acute senses- meaning sensitive hearing, feel, sight, smell, you can run fast so that you may catch up with your spirits, and you have the ability to control the weather so that you may capture the spirit. I think that is about it.
"Well good luck. Good night, Jessica. And remember this stuff... it happens. You may not like it but it happens for the right reasons."
It happens.... yeah... only to me... and 49 others.