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I didn't know where I was

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I didn't know where I was.

The ground beneath my feet felt like nothing. Everything around me was black. Not darkness like when you turn the lights off in your room, but a void that stretched in every direction.

I'd been walking. For how long? I didn't know. Minutes? Hours? Days?

I tried to speak once just to hear something. My voice came out, but it didn't bounce back, like the place swallowed it whole.

"Hello?" I called.

Nothing answered.

There was not even the sound of my own breathing. I should've been scared, but mostly... I felt empty.

Why am I here? Am I dead?

No. I would've known, right?

I remembered getting shot, bleeding to death before blacking out.

I guess I am dead.

Funny how I didn't feel bothered. Just... acceptance.

Maybe God was finally done with me.

It felt... peaceful, in a twisted kind of way.

....

But still, what a damn shame.

After everything I fought through, it had to end like that?

Killed by the very bastard who screwed up my life from the beginning. Poetic, almost.

I snorted under my breath.

Damn it.

At least let me die fighting someone who deserved me.

So what now?

Was I being punished for dying?

Is this how the afterlife worked for someone like me? Just endless walking in a void that never changes.

I wasn't scared. Not really. But I was getting tired. I kept walking anyway. Because what else was I supposed to do? Sit and wait? Cry for help no one would hear?

No. That wasn't me. That was never me.

I didn't know if I was getting closer to something, or just circling in nothing. But stopping felt worse than moving.

I halted in my tracks when I saw someone.

Holy heck—what the fuck?

So I wasn't alone after all?

This is creepy as hell, but I can't run. Where the hell will I even go? It is just more void in every direction.

The figure didn't move. They were sitting on a chair, of all things. It looked like a throne, honestly. Real dramatic.

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