Come With Me

Chapter 2, Part 1

Peace. Gentleness. No air pumped in my chest, which brought with it a lovely calm inside. Neither colors nor light reached into my eyes, for all I could sense was white. A rolling white.  But just as my mind was about to let go, the monotone color shifted, which put an abrupt halt to my bliss. I no longer sensed a rolling white. It seemed to be frozen in mid-swirl, and tension built like a fuse creeping closer to a firework.

My mind froze too, wary of what was happening. I waited. The white trembled.

Then everything shattered like a brittle glass.

Eyes that I thought I no longer had opened slowly, like wings unfurling. Harsh, thick air was shoved down my throat, which produced a huge shuddering breath.

The calm waters of death that started to drown my mind fired back up like they did when I was alive. They started to thrash and turn and frothed at the tops. My eyes frantically searched for something – anything – to bring forth any bearings. They only caught dull white. Everything was void of color and shape.  There was no ground or sky.  Nothing to hold me in or out.  I feel freedom as much as I feel trapped. 

My ears buzzed, and my skin felt cold and became steadily colder. It traveled up from down under me, and I had the sensation of falling, falling from who knows where. I waved my arms weakly while a horse, dry sound clawed out of my throat, adding thunder to the storm inside my head. I flailed about, twisting my body, until I could feel the cold wind beating against my chest. There was nothing below me. I squeezed my eyes shut and curled into myself.

As soon as the breeze stopped abruptly, the air that was so roughly forced into my body was smacked back out, and my body collided with something somewhat solid.

My eyes wouldn’t open, I couldn’t move.