The Lost city of souls ~Original Story~

-The Lost City of Souls-

I feel myself slowly returning to reality. Why does my body feel so weightless..? Where am I..? These thoughts are running through my head, making me feel crazy, making what should still be my stomach churn and knot. I'm afraid to look down. Afraid of what I might see, or what I might not see. Hesitantly I look down and I'm shocked to see once tan skin now a sickly pale white tone, nearly glowing in the dim light that surrounds me. As I stand there processing this, a shudder ripples throughout my body, there is a voice, a harsh scratchy whisper. The voice seems to be surrounding me, wrapping itself around my head. "Welcome to The lost city of souls..."
Everything goes dark.
Tick..Tick..Tick...

So, I know what you may be thinking."What exactly is the lost city of souls?" Well, The best way to explain this is, The Lost City of Souls is where someone goes when they die, where they go to get a second chance at another life. Once a person is there, they will be put into a large, dim room with many other souls. On a wall there will be a large gold pocket watch, swinging back and forth on a chain. On the clock there are two hourglasses, tipping constantly as the dull but light gray sand fills the small glass domes. The sand looks like the ashes of a great fire that had just finished burning. If they looked close enough, would there be hot embers? Or maybe even a small flame. Something to show that there is still some form of life, some type of hope, in this endless, dreadful, discouraging room. What the chain is connected to, nobody knows. It's as if the chain just goes on forever into the darkness. ..Tick..Tick..Tick.. The clock is very loud, the constant rhythmic ticking is never ending. While the room of souls is at a hushed but sonorus whisper. As they look around the room, they will notice all of the soul's eyes.

The eyes of the souls will make them wonder. How can something so dead and deprived of all hope still manage to have a small spark of determination, a slight gleam of happiness glazing over the cold gray eyes of those around them. They don't look to see who is there, They look to see what could be there. The eyes are the gateway to the soul. They look around, not even realizing it is happening. Deep inside, their heartbeat, the one they didn't think existed anymore,starts to quicken, pounding against the exterior that keeps it inside the body. Almost as if it was trying to escape.

They feel their heart pulsating in their chest. The soft pulse syncing with the loud ticking of the pocket watch.
The quick yet soft pulse of their heart is not just syncing with the watch, but also with the sounds of those that surround them. All of the slow, steady heartbeats flow together. The heartbeats starting to sound like a light tapping in the center of a drum.

The ticking suddenly stops. Everything does. A chill runs down their spines, the room seems to grow colder. A sense of dread washes over them. It feels like they are surrounded by nothing. Like they are nothing. If they glance at the clock they will all notice that it has been set to 7:00pm.

I feel myself slowly start to fade away, my vision goes in and out, everything becomes a blur. I close my eyes, all the troubles, the worries, the feeling of emptiness just disappear. I feel all of this drain away as if someone had pulled a plug. Gone, easy as that. A flash of light. Suddenly I am here, now on a cold damp concrete floor..

This is not the end, in fact, it's only the beginning...