Chapter 7: The After-life

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????'s POV

All I could see was darkness, like a veil of black sealed me inside its clutches. I was scared, but, a sudden calm swept over me. Like I was in a safe place now, better than where I was. But where am I now? "IS ANYONE THERE?!" I called out, "PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!" Nothing. I couldn't feel anything, not even the since of my own being! I tried to move around,Nell it felt like it anyways... Trying to find a light source, but there was nothing but a sea of blackness for miles and miles to come.

Then, all of a sudden, there was a speck of white light in the dark! It wasn't moving, but I felt like it was coming closer. It was growing bigger and bigger with every passing moment! I tried to get closer and see something...No use, I wasn't going anywhere. As the brightness grew bigger I still couldn't see even my hands, but that changed in the matter of 2 minutes...

The light suddenly sealed me away from the clutches of the evil blackness and I could finally see! But there wasn't any sight of a person to ask for help, all I saw was something in my hand... A gun, covered in sprayed blood. There was one bullet left, I opened up the carte rage and took out the bullet. It wasn't clean, dried up blood covered the silver and I could no longer feel safe here, someone had died and I have their gun and bullet they used!

I tried to row the gun away from me but it wouldn't leave me hand. I started to scream for help again. "THIS ISNT FUNNY IF THIS IS A JOKE!" Still no response, I tried again. "SERIOUSLY HELP ME!" I thought about what my friends were doing right now, of course! This was obviously made by...by... I forgot their names! But, I don't even remember my name...

Then, all at once, everything when crazy. My surroundings changed from white nothingness to a beautiful paradise full of people, but no one I recognized, wait! My mom and dad, they were both standing next to a tree enjoying a picnic! That's when my memory came flooding into my mind... My parents were dead, why are they here? Then I remembered what happened just a few hours ago... Chara! She's gone, she left. And I'm dead, but why?

Another memory, I had killed myself... And that gun, was my gun. I died because Chara had run away and I was alone... I remembered what I was working for as a job, and I remembered my name... Im a Merchant, Mack the Merchant.

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