"Wait!" I shouted as I caught up to him. He had stopped in his tracks by an alley. "Down here" he said, as he started to walk down. It was the alley. The alley which I went down what seemed like months ago, the alley which got me in hospital, the alley which got me into that taxi, the alley that got me killed, the alley that got me to heaven and the alley which got me in the situation I am in now. "Why are we going down here?" I asked, hesitantly. I wanted some coke. I needed some coke. I followed him. "In here!" he said. It was the same door, I walked in. It was exactly as I remembered it. "So, do you need drugs?" the driver asked, as I looked around the room of drugged up men. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, as I turned to the driver.
"You know about my life, don't you! You know that God told me to get back with my wife and not do a single bad thing! You are trying to make me do a bad thing!" I exclaimed, angrily. I wasn't going to let temptation get in the way of a new start in life. I walked outside and closed the door. The driver followed me. "I asked a question!" I said, staring angrily into the drivers arms. "I'm not, did I once tell you to get some drugs? Besides you have no money!" He replied. "Who are you?" I demanded. "I was sent by God to guide you, I am your spirit guide". I stopped and thought for a minute. My whole life flashed before my eyes as I stared up into the sky. Without even looking at the man, I asked him a question. "What is your name?". "My name is Cupid"
I laughed as I processed what I just heard. "Where is your arrow then, mate?" I said, grinning. "My name is Cupid. I am the God of Love and I am here to guide you on your quest to get back with your wife!" he replied, looking at me with absolutely no expression on his face. "It's alright, mate, I don't need your help!" I said, walking away. "Oh I think you do!" He replied, following behind me. "Just drive me to The Bakery and I will sort things out from there!" I demanded, walking towards the car. "I will but you need my help" he replied, smiling. "All I want, Cupid, if that is your real name which I doubt it is, is to understand what has changed! What was all this crap about everyone being able to read each other's minds?" I said, leaning on the car bonnet. "Chris, when you died, everything about you dissapeared. Noone knows you, noone remembers you so lots of things never happened and lots of things have happened. For some reason in your life time, you stopped the ability to read people's minds!" he replied, leaning against a wall.
I laughed again, scractching my head. "So, I stopped someone from developing the abilty to read people's minds?" I asked, sarcastically. "Yes, somehow, you did. I don't know how so don't ask me, know one will know but some reason, if you hadn't died, noone would be able to read people's minds!" he replied. "Well answer me this, if you know everything! How come I can't read anyone else's minds?" I asked, smugly, awaiting a stupid reply. "Well, Chris, this is what I hoped I wouldn't have to tell you. Chris, you are dead. You can't change that. Noone can see you, did you see in the drug den? Noone noticed you, that is why noone said anything. Chris, dead is dead"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing that is why I chose not to believe it. "Just! Take me to The Bakery!" I demanded, getting in the passenger seat. 'Cupid' if that was his real name was still outside. I wound the window down. "Fine, I'll drive!" I said, abruptly, moving myself into the drivers seat. "Okay" replied Cupid, getting into the passengers seat.
"So...where am I going?" I asked as I started to drive. "Well if you are who you say you are, How come you don't know where The Bakery is?" asked Cupid, raising his eyebrows. "Shut up!" I shouted as I turned a corner. "I'm pretty sure it's up here!" I said, worrying. I sped up. "Slow down!" replied Cupid, holding on his seat. "Oh don't be stupid, I'm not going to crash!" I exclaimed and at that moment a car appeared in the road, before I could break we crashed into it. I banged my head on the wheel but I was alright. "Cupid, Cupid, are you alright?" I asked, staring at the man. He wasn't moving. "Oh my god!" I said, my heart beating fast. I got out of the car, and looked at the wreckage of the car in front of me. There was a man in there, holding onto the wheel, I'm pretty sure he was dead. I ran back into the car to check up on Cupid. I checked to find a beat but couldn't find one. I think I killed him. What am I to do now? I have killed my spirit guide and done a bad thing!. But that car came out of nowhere, it did, it wasn't my fault.
I checked in Cupid's pocket for a mobile phone of some sort. I should have immedietely called an ambulance but for some reason I was drawn to his contacts list. I glanced at it. There was one number- God. In shock, I threw the phone onto the seat. Then the phone started ringing. It was God.