Across Two Worlds: The story of how I became a Hero

Chapter 1

Side Note: So, I felt a bit of context would be good here, although I eventually will take this note out but for now while everything isn't concrete I'd leave this here to really invite any advice, criticism etc. Now this first chapter is the only one like it. I wrote it in a first person point of view for a reason, that being is I don't ever really see stories that start this way ever go into detail about how insanely crazy our thoughts, and minds become in our final moments. If you've been there like myself where you were dead for several minutes yet miraculously come back, I'm sure you understand the surreal and almost uncomprehensable thoughts that flood our minds. It's crazy how many different things people will talk about after their brush with death. I wanted to touch on that in a more descriptive way, showing the frustration, confusion and other emotions one may feel. So, I may change this to the same writing style the rest of the book will be in however, Im starting to like how this is turning out, if you have anything to say about it please feel free to comment, I welcome it actually. I want to grow and get better and better at this. Only way to really do that is hear from others, who are more experience or have a keener eye for things I might have missed. So thanks in advance. Anyway hopefully you enjoy the read. I do have 4 chapter also already written so expect more this week as I finish revising them. Lastly apologies for any grammar and spelling errors. Its a work in progress but I feel Ive reached as high as I can alone so thus I'm sharing my work with you all. If I end up making changes I will definietly make sure to let anyone actually invested or interested in my books know right away as my bad habit of overexplaining just about everything will surely rear its head....okay it may have already with this side note. Besides the point! I appreciate you all.

 Really...? I didn't think dying would end like this...

"Where.... am I? Why? Why, is it so dark, and I also can't move any part of my body." I tried to open my mouth, as my lips parted I found I could at least form words, so I opened my mouth, I felt my mouth move as it normally would however, I was unable to hear even the tiniest sound come from my mouth. It became noticeably clear; all my senses were also gone. Really all I could think of was how this must be what it is like to be erased entirely, piece by piece, which lead me to one thought. "Am I dead then? Seems most likely to be the reason anything like this would make sense. Why is dying the first thing that comes to mind though, it feels like I am forgetting something vital but, despite that, I just can't, it was all I could do just to keep my remaining thoughts from evaporating and disappearing from me entirely."

Trying to recall even seconds ago seemed more daunting as each second more of my mind left my body. I was certain I didn't have this problem mere moments ago. If I could only remember even a fraction of a memory would be... A haze briskly began fogging over my ever-fading thoughts and memories, growing thicker with every passing second. I am unsure but it felt like I it could have possibly been hours or mere minutes, even my grasp on time being no more certain than my own fading ability comprehend what any of this could even mean. Understanding what was happening to me, losing parts of my self-bit by bit unable to change the unfortunate reality that I was disappearing, it felt as though time started to slow to a standstill. I now felt nothing, I was weightless floating in this dark abyss. That was until I was suddenly surrounded and drifting amid foggy recollections of what I assume are my memories. They all reminded me of small TVs each playing something different as they whisked by. The good, the bad, things I wish I could change, my failures, my lengthy list of so many frustrating failures and everything else that made me, well, unfortunately the current me.

I started to fade like dust in the wind, my body becoming no more, no less than what it felt like. An Empty, cold, nothingness where nothing could reach me, nor could I reach anything in turn. However, there was something oddly comforting about the state I found myself in. The ever nagging feeling I wouldn't be needing anything left in this blank abyss gave some solace. My conscience also began to dissipate, becoming one with this lonely blank abyss, I truly wonder if I could piece together what has happened. What left me in this state, could I have made a change? However, in the end it doesn't really matter, it was in fact too late, every part of me seemed to understand this fact. My vision was a darkened, black, somber nothing.