A Taste Of The Afterlife

Chapter 1: First Of All

~{Hi hello welcome. Author here. I would like to inform you that this first chapter has a bunch of anime references in it. I felt the need to warn you just in case you find it super cringy. Don't worry, I do too, despite being a weeb myself but I swear its only the first chapter. Also, this is my one and only Viewer Discretion is advised. Strong language, the subject of death, and abuse are mentioned, along with sexual themes throughout this story. Anyway, carry on}~

One of the most frequently asked questions: What comes after death? Joining a religion would give you the answer but no one really knows, not really. Growing up in a Christian home, I always wondered if I really would go to heaven like my mother hopes or go to hell like majority of the population of Earth probably will. I wonder if instead, I could be reincarnated, and if so, as what? Who? A lady who ends up with twenty cats? A grade A actor? A Japanese schoolgirl? A cow to be used as processes meat that'll be sold at McDonald's eventually? Maybe, if the odds were in my favor, I'll become a princess and marry a prince and live happily ever after.

"First of all, I don't want to hear any of this nonsense. Second of all, no." Mother proceeds to scold me for asking to stay home rather than attend church with her today. I don't hate it, its just not my thing. I mean I guess nothing really is but that probably because I'm a teenager who's going through changes and I don't know what I want out of life yet. That's what I say when mother questions me, anyway. Really I just simply don't want to go.

It's a bustling Sunday morning and so as usual, I follow mother into the kitchen where dad was making breakfast. "Come on, mom. You act like skipping this one time is going to turn me into some Satan worshiper or cult leader that sacrifices children or something." I tell her as we sit. my two little brothers, twins, are wearing their nice clothes and come running in as I finish my sentence.

"Is Enya going to sacrifice us?" They ask in unison.

Father laughs at the boys, passing out plated food around the table and mother just sighs in irritation. "Can we please refrain from this topic until after breakfast?" I shook my head and earned a grunt from her. "Fine! Skip out on a day with our Lord and savior! You will never get baptized with behavior like that!" Dad finishes and kisses mother on the head before joining us at the table. "Hun, say grace, please?" She asks.

Matching my parents, the boys bowed their heads and took each other's hands as a traditional praying motion we always did on Sundays. One of the boys held hands with father, who had his other in mother's grip and I had the pleasure of sitting next to her myself. She waited for my hand and opened her eyes when she did not receive it. "You can skip church but you will absolutely not skip our daily prayer, especially for our Sunday breakfast." I sighed and took her hand, already feeling the sticky sweat forming. I waited until dad started talking before I opened my eyes.

I looked around the table to notice an empty seat. Someone hasn't made it downstairs yet. Must be nice to not be included...

Dad nears the end of grace so I go back to praying position. Breakfast was long and I stayed mostly quiet, not really wanting to engage in proverb memorizing or whatever weird stuff my little brothers tend to end up talking about. 

As soon as breakfast was over, mother ushered everyone out to the car and though I wasn't going, I was apart of the crowd. "Now, Enya, this will not be an every Sunday thing, got it? Next week, you will attend and repent for skipping out on our lord, you understand me?" I nodded. She enters the car and quickly kisses me on the cheek while the boys are settling in the back seat, then they finally leave.

So I may have told a little fib. I don't plan on staying home. At least, not the whole time they're gone. Yeah I know, I'm such a delinquent. Sue me.