We all wonder what happens after death. Will there be a light waiting out for us? We'll be at peace? Is it true we won't be judged by our mistakes?
Well, I can't say. And by now, you are probably aware - this writer is dead.
Not exactly dead, seeing as I'm writing this but, by human standards - and a gravestone with my name written on it - I am. And no. There was no light, no feeling - and no, I'm not in hell. There were no flames or any of all the crap people can think of if they dared.
In my case, it was neither.
When I woke up - yes, I woke up or opened my eyes, call it whatever you like -, I was still wearing my Batman t-shirt and a pair of red converse I had chosen to wear that particular day, in which the problem lay. You see, I didn't remember what happened.
And that's where my story starts: the moment I woke up and discovered I was dead.
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