I woke in the afterlife and I didn't even seem to care. I recalled the sudden flash of bright lights, followed by the eardrum shattering sound of screeching tires and breaking glass. Confusion and a state of complete chaos before an overwhelming sense of peace washed over me. The brother of a seven-year-old ballerina, child of a psychologist and businessman, beloved friend, just shy of reaching the proper age of adulthood; I knew I was dead. Nothing had yet been clarified, no explanations offered, but I knew in my heart that I was right.
My seemingly perfect life cut drastically short, you would think I'd be angry. I should have been angry, but I appeared incapable of portraying such emotions, the nothingness surrounding me strangely peaceful. Inexplicably, I felt ready for the next stage of life. I suspected the feeling may have been imposed on me... But still I couldn't be troubled.
Despite knowing the answer, I questioned the reassuring presence upon its return. "I'm dead, aren't I?"
No words were spoken, but somehow my inkling was confirmed. A silent language conveyed only by feelings, a language I knew not I could understand, confirmed that I had indeed been the only fatality involving the car crash of my family's red Chevrolet SUV.
"What now?" I asked calmly.
"You'll follow me." A comforting hand was placed on my shoulder. I wasn't startled by the man's sudden appearance. "But... Not just yet."
The raspy tone in the man's voice was familiar. Inhaling the smell of old spice shampoo and cheap cigars, I knew before turning, who I would come to face.
"Grandpa," I uttered in disbelief. I hadn't seen him in years; hadn't heard his voice since I watched him take his last breath in that awful hospital bed.
"I wish I could say it was nice to see you again." He smiled sadly.
Free of his wheelchair, body strong and eyes alert as I had known him when he was healthy, he took a few steps forward before embracing me in a tight hug. Lingering in his arms a few moments longer than I usually would, when I reluctantly pulled away, I spun on my feet to study the blank room.
There was nothing to see.
"This isn't what I expected the afterlife to look like," I marvelled aloud.
"You're not quite there yet."
"What?" I spun around again. "Does that mean—"
"No," he interrupted gently. "You're not in a coma that you can be woken from, or any situation of the sort. I'm afraid your body has passed on and nothing can be done to permanently bring you back."
I frowned again and searched the white emptiness around me as if there I would find answers. As much as I tried, I couldn't phantom the purpose of my presence in this... nothingness. If my life was over, and there was absolutely no undoing it, shouldn't I have been moving on? If there was nothing left to settle, what was there to wait for?
Is there a waiting list to heaven? Assuming that is where I was heading... Perhaps this is where the decision of my faith would be made. For something of such importance, it was much plainer than I would ever have imagined.
Familiar laughter startled my thoughts.
"This isn't a waiting room," grandpa revealed, thin lips tugged upwards. "It's an illusion of what is to come. I can't say or show you much until you've either accepted or declined our offer."
"Offer?"
"Why don't you have a seat? This might take a while."
My lips parted to remind him that we were surrounded by nothing, but the moment I did so, two leather sofa chairs appeared.
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RomanceFollowing the horrid events proceeding his little sister's ballet recital, Jaxson Scott awakes into what he describes as nothingness and knows he's dead. Prepared to prematurely leave his near perfect life, Jaxson doesn't expect to receive a special...