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Title Name: My Beautiful Trauma
It's funny how the afterlife works. When ghostface managed to beat me and rip me away from my life. For my...Tara. I was surrounded in a void of blackness. Like I had my eyes closed permanently.
It felt like I was floating. I don't even remember how long either.
As my...body? being? something? floated in complete darkness, I tried to remember...anything. But... it was like my mind was wiped clean.
I was left to just....exist in an empty dark space.
"Y/n."
Out of nowhere, a voice spoke. It sounded nice, gentle and warm. I wanted it to call out to me again.
"Y/n, open your eyes."
Had my eyes actually been closed? I hesitated, only for a moment, before slowly opening my eyes. And I remember seeing a bright light-blue space. It was pleasant to my eyes and I felt relaxed almost instantly.
I remember looking around the area and realized that I was sitting on a bed of soft white sand. A light cool breeze dancing around me. Soon the space shifted into a beach.
I was outside. My hands gently moved next to me and I soon caught myself raking my fingers through the sand. The smell of the ocean wafting over me just as the sound of the waves lapped at the bank of the beach.
"You're awake, good."
There was that voice again and I turned my head to my left, noticing now that I wasn't alone.
If I had a heart it would have skipped a beat or two. But the sensation I expected to feel wasn't there, just a phantom touch before it was gone, as a tall beautiful woman came into view. She had large brown eyes with long curly brown hair. It flowed along her shoulders in perfect waves. She wore a light blue sundress, with a fashionable sunhat atop of her head.
I noticed she had no shoes on. She looked comfortable.
When I finally met her gaze she smiled at me, so sweetly that I felt myself get choked up.
"It's okay to cry." She said, her voice like a fresh breath of air.
And as she said this to me her face morphed into a gentle sympathetic expression.
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I'm not proud to say that I cried for almost an hour once the realization hit me that I was, in fact, deceased. I don't remember much, not at that point as I sat curled up in my own personal heaven, crying into my knees.
By this time, I was mindless and I had no idea how I got there but that my chest hurt so much. I forgot why I was even crying in the first place.
Once I was done I wiped at my face with my shirt before resting my chin on my knees. I stared ahead and watched the water wade up to the surface gently. Leaving behind a dark hue before the sand soaked it up.
"You're feeling the residue of your past life. Once you allow the feelings to flow through you, you'll feel better." The woman spoke and already I could feel myself relax. She had long since sat next to me. A few inches away from me but close enough to give comfort if needed.
"So, am I in the afterlife?" I remember asking.
The woman shook her head softly, "no, you're in holding."
