Perfect Suicide

Ch. 8 - A trip to Summerland

"Welcome to Summerland." A voice rang through the air, startling me awake.

Wait what the... How am I awake?

I tried to suppress the panic-slowing building within me, followed closely by confusion.

Where was I?

Straining my neck left and right, I struggled to make sense of my surroundings, but it was too dark to even see my own hand.

Fear held me in its grip, slowly squeezing me to death.

Dead. I should be dead. Why wasn't I?

Or was I?

"You need to listen." A voice said in my head.

"What the hell!" I gasped out in surprise.

"Silence!"

"I-' I felt my throat close up.

I tried to speak, but no sound came out. It was almost like someone had taken away my ability to speak.

"You will listen now." A different yet powerful voice boomed.

The lights around me shot on, or maybe they had always been on; that's what my gut told me. If whoever these people were could take away my voice, they could definitely take away my ability to see.

As a way to distract myself, I started to slowly take in my surroundings.

I was in some sort of chamber; it was giving real Harry Potterish. The walls were made of these huge stones. I wasn't sure what; they were black and shiny, yet they looked covered in dirt like they hadn't been dusted in a while. I saw cobwebs in almost every corner of the room. I shuddered thinking about how many spiders must've been in here.

It was so cold here. I doubt they had anything like a heater, which only made me wish there was some sort of sunlight in here so it could warm me up. With no natural lighting, I could barely see anything. The only lighting came from lanterns hung on the wall about every five feet, but I swear they were on a low setting or something.

Honestly, this whole place looked scary, but nothing was as scary as the three figures that stood before me.

They all looked ancient and almost exactly the same; the only notable difference was the lettering on their foreheads. The one on the left had a W, the one in the middle had an E, and the one on the right had a P. Their skin was the color of ash; it gave off both a black and grayish color. It made them look sick and almost invisible at the same time. I tried to gauge how big they were but failed. While their faces looked extremely slender, their bodies were hidden by what I guessed was a black cloak; all I could see were their hands. Their fingers reminded me of chewed-on pencils, and even though I could barely see, I could tell that they had more than two arms, which kind of freaked me out.

Everything was starting to freak me out.

"You have done the unthinkable; taken your own life as if you had the right." The figure with the letter W on its' forehead said.

"It is always better to experience the life you were gifted." E said.

"Whether those experiences are painful or not." The last one said.

Even though they looked the same and their voices were the same, I could tell their mannerisms and whatnot were different.

"My name is Wysdom."

"I am Expyrience."

"And I am Payn."

"We are the Council of Shinigami's." They all said it in unison.