Go to North Korea. This voice rang bold and persistent in my head. What is that voice? Or who? I walk briskly down the beautiful library stairs staring at all the stunning books that surrounded the room. I fumbled the books in my hands shifting my weight in confusion as I stared down the couple flights I have left. The voice distracted me long enough though to not notice a man running up the stairs. He must have not noticed me either, and we collide and rolled down massive amounts of stars together. I was sprawled awkwardly but I couldn't get up yet. I gathered the scattered books in my hands together again and sat there staring at the man who knocked me off the mountain of beauty that was the library.
I realized my staring just made everything worse but before I could say anything to break the awkwardness, “I am so sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” The guy got up from his own sprawled out position and brushed off the dirt that was nonexistent on his business suit. His golden hair struck me with the brilliance like the sun. I didn’t know what to do I almost swerved but I control my facial expression like I do every day then it hit me. This man is the man I work for. Liam. This man doesn’t even know I exist in his own household. Liam.
“Lauren, right? Oh, I’ve seen you around school. You’re an amazing show jumper, though I’m not really into sports. I can really get to babbling sometimes.” he seems really confident looking down at my disoriented face “You’re really pretty.” I looked down at my old Beatles t-shirt and sisters jeans when I finally got up. I instinctively straightened my shirt. Then made sure my hair was not all messy like it probably is from not caring enough to braid it this morning. I can’t believe this is happening to me. “You have to let me repay you. How about lunch with me? I’ll buy, of course.” He held his arm out for me to grab and I did as he moved to walk out of the library.
“Yes, that would be great.” I didn’t let my expression get ahead of me. I didn’t need him to leave before I could eat. This isn't anything, this is just lunch with a person who I knocked down the whole flight of stairs and potentially hurt or worse, he knows who I am and will fire us all. A person that I’ve grown up with. A person who doesn’t even know I exist and we live in the same house.
North Korea. The voice echoed in my head this time, more louder than before. A phone number followed and I knew instantly what I had to do.
“Excuse me, I need to make a call” I broke from Liam just for a split second pulling my flip phone out of my back pocket, thankful that it wasn't broken. Started dialing the number that was stuck in my head now. I want to see, what could this be? fate? destiny? No, those things don’t exist, but God does.
“Hello,” I whispered awkwardly into the phone as a man who runs one of the Romanian churches answered the phone.
“How did an American get this number?” His voice was loud and cheerful, but his accent was a little harder to decipher.
“God.” I said the word casually but both of us know the impact of his name. “I want to go on the trip. You don’t know me. But you need to trust me. I do know a voice told me to call and I believe you are going to to-“
“Yes... we could use more help. I will call this number with the details later. And that voice the one in your head is God. He loves to talk so be willing to listen. Your life may depend on it one day, Lauren. Lauran.” The man hung up, leaving me. I walked back to Liam interlocking my arm with his again and walked off to wherever he was taking me for lunch. I was way too hungry to let the offer go. And Liam was being way too nice.
What if I Died is my YA Christian novel that I am working on. I fell in love with idea and I hope you do too!