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READ'S POV
WHEN people mentioned the word death, or rather, when people tried and told other people what it was like; it was usually divided into two categories. There was usually that person that dove into the depths of heaven, and that one person who seemed they knew more about hell than Lucifer himself.
But, what if there wasn't something waiting for you at the end of your life?
My mind was flowing, thoughts racing through it as if they were unsure where to settle. All I was able to see was the endless depth of the color black. It was as if colours were a foreign concept my mind has not developed yet.
As humans, we usually associated black with death, so it was only rational for me to assume that I was dead.
We were constantly greeted with the thought of the great unknown; yet, if it was so unknown how was it possible that everyone claimed they knew what happened after we were buried in the ground?
What if instead of being categorized into good or evil, we all just remained in a deep, black and empty abyss for the rest of eternity?
It was as if thinking that there was Heaven or Hell, gave them some sort of false comfort and solidity their lives were lacking.
They made up stories so they would be able to sleep better at night.
Even after all this thought about death and what is to come afterwards, something in the back of my mind was telling me that I was best to stop thinking about it. Perhaps, I was still alive.
I tried to move my body, to receive any sort of the slightest sign that was going to solidify the thought that I was still breathing, but nothing occurred. It was as if my body was paralyzed and the only thing I was able to control was in fact, my mind.
Like any normal human being would have been, I began to feel quite scared, alarmed that I might actually be dead. I tried to fetch information from my mind, something that might give me a clue on what possibly could have happened for me to be lying in this state right now. Had I been in some sort of accident? Hit by a car, maybe? Had I done this to myself? But nothing happened; no sparks of thoughts strung my mind. It was as if all my memories, just, vanished.
I couldn't remember how I'd celebrated my last birthday, nor was I able to recollect what my very own family looked like.
I was empty.
I began to shout, scream; but no voice came out. I tried with all my power to get my mouth to open and for my voice to escape it, but nothing but silence was heard. I tried to cry, but no tears came.
I was caught off guard by a sudden burst of feeling in both my hands. It wasn't a normal feeling; it was as if I was placing my hands in an open fire. I tried to scream out in pain, but nothing came out. The pain was excruciating, but I was not able to turn it off.
