Ashes in the Heart (Editing)

Cardboard Stars

They say that death on certain occasions is in a good mood and allows a privileged few to live a slow and very merciful transition, but, even if the soul does not have to go through fire to reach its destination, for those of us who decide to stay the farewell It's still painful and nostalgic. It is a small period of your life where the fragments of your memories fight to be the first and show the ones you lived, moments where everyone is unanimous unconditional waiting until the last breath of life and go from an endless wait to a long life of rest.

After falling to the ground and not knowing more about me, I couldn't see anything but darkness. My chest burned and felt like it wanted to explode, I sat down on what was supposed to be my land and slowly closed my eyes until I entered a vortex of time that was pulling me with great force towards another place.

I felt like I lacked air and how my strength reached its most critical state, I felt sad and very afraid. I didn't want to stay in that hollow place, but ¿how to find exits where you only see darkness?

I finished lying down after still sitting with my eyes closed and before letting myself go and disappearing like a cloud in the middle of the strong winds, I took a deep breath letting out a tear slowly that went down my cheek and went directly into my ear. When I felt that cold running through my eardrum and reaching some kind of central machine, my heart began to beat more forcefully and in the middle of nowhere, even with my eyes closed, I began to feel a glowing and blurred light. For some reason my tears stimulated a type of force that produced a positive change, I began to cry more forcefully without producing a single moan and my heart was beating more forcefully, the intensity of the light was shining until I reached the point where I felt like the air of life returned to me, I managed to wake up abruptly with my body completely numb. I quickly absorbed the air around me that seemed to be missing and my lungs began to work on their own again, slowly my body began to react and do its job automatically, everything was blurry and my legs and arms were weak, only until at that point I could tell that I was shaking like jelly.

When my eyes stopped burning and managed to define the quality of the sight, I noticed a thin cloth that covered me, the sensitivity of my body also returned when I felt the slight cold that was in that place and my nose trembled when recognizing the strong smell of the formaldehyde, remove the cloth that was hindering me from my forehead and look around me.

I seemed to be on a silver steel stretcher and with only a white sheet covering me, my body was completely naked and I was looking at a very white room with lots of light in the company of many other stretchers carrying lifeless bodies covered by the same sheets, many seemed to have been in that state for days because of the unpleasant smell that their bodies gave off. Tears flowed from my eyes reasoning and coordinating everything around me, I was in shock without knowing what to do, there was a great emptiness in my mind and I had felt as if I had been asleep for a few days, even so, the question persisted, ¿what had happened? ¿Why was she surrounded by the dead? And ¿why was he here? My mind could only remember a cabin, some cars, a lot of noise and great pain in the lower part of my belly. I was stunned by the doubts and the cold that it was in the place, I could not see my clothes anywhere and I felt a lot of loneliness invading my chest so I just limited myself to lying on my bed looking at the ceiling, I felt the rigid metal that hurt my bones and muscles, as well as the invasive mental fatigue that made me dizzy, the tears kept coming down from my eyes and my mind was shocked with the answers it gave me by not remembering anything.