❝WHY CAN'T I BE FREE?❞

What happens after death?

So...We meet yet again

My deepest condolences for this.

So. Have you ever wondered what happens when you die? 

"Well, aren't you supposed to go to heaven?"

or

"Heaven Is just a joke we probably just go to hell"

even

"I don't think we go anywhere"

This my perspective of this situation. So what I think is when we do die you hear ringing in your ear and your throat becomes very very dry. You begin to lose your sense of smell, taste, touch, sight, and finally...hearing. It gets blurry and you become dizzy, not aware of the thing happing around you. But then, It goes white and you look around and you see something to look like some sort of...projector and you see all your bad, funny, tragic, happy, etc moments and you look dazed and confused for a few seconds until you see yourself matter a fact its a mirror...but you see yourself (no duh its a mirror) and you stand up and stare at it.

Suddenly, You see yourself age down from different age gaps.

(pretend your 40 lol)

40

30

20

10

Then stops at 10...and your younger self is holding something...a teddy bear and then (ima call younger you "it" sorry) it looks down and no longer your reflection it starts to giggle and smiles and begins to laugh. You looked shocked, scared, and confused. But then, it looks at you and starts to tear up and slowly it sobs rapidly it falls to its knees and covers its face with the teddy bear. You say "H-Hey! are you ok?" It doesn't respond. "Hello?" No response. Suddenly, you come up with an idea. "It's ok I won't hurt you..." you reach your hand out to pat your head.

But then, you glitch into some sort of room and you see younger you still sobbing on the floor but you hear laughing...taunting...and yelling. You look around the room and suddenly realize the situation you're in. This was your fifth birthday party and your brother/sister was trying to get the bullies to stop but they were held back by one of them. "C'MON (insert bully's name) THEY'RE ONLY TEN LEAVE THEM ALONE!" your sibling says trying to defend your poor, weak, defenseless self. You smile at your brother/sister knowing how much of a good relationship you guys had before...the accident...

"Haha are you serious!?! you're really defending this cry baby? Hmm... let's see what happens when I do...THIS!" 

You remember this part vividly you have the bruise to prove it to...

Then, (insert bully's name) grabs you by your hair and begins to punch you with his left hand and griping your hair in his right. "IT HURTS STO- AUGH!!" you scream in pain as he moves his fist from your face to your neck punches you roughly in your windpipe (I don't know how to spell the correct word for it ✌🏽😭) your younger self coughs and coughs trying to catch your breath.

"STOP IT THEY'RE IN PAIN PLEASE! THEY HAVENT DONE ANYTHING TO YOU. YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!"

"heh...haha...AHAHAHAHAHA! That's funny! especially coming from you! seeing how you used to do the same thing to the freshmen in our school last year"

(this is your present self now)

You scowl at the bullies and walk up to them and try to punch them but your hand phases through them. You stare at your hand in shock and continue to watch the scene play through in pain and guilt.