After Death

2

I try to open my eyes. I know I can. The light outside my mind is so bright that I can see red without even opening my eyes. But I can't open my eyes.

I try to move but nothing happens.

But nothing hurts. All I can feel is my mind and movements trying to break out of my own body. But it doesn't hurt. It's like a numb feeling you get when you have your finger in contact with ice too long. You will poke at your finger and mash it but you can't make it feel.

I want to open my eyes, I don't want to be trapped in my own mind. It gives me time to think. I haven't wanted to think for months.

I'm afraid that if I think I will regret. Regret giving myself to someone. Regret the bad things I did to do something amazing.

That's what thinking does. It consumes you and effects what you do or say on the outside.

It can make you want to look a certain way or act a certain way that isn't you.

So I choose not to think, if I can help it.

I try to open my eyes again. This time fluttering them to the point that I can see just a little.

I try again this time able to open my eyes the whole way. I look around and see that I am in a white room in a white bed with white curtains covering the windows.

I sit myself up into a sitting position and look around a bit more.

There is no door. Odd.

I throw myself out of bed into the white tile floor.

I start walking over to the window. Going slow 'cause the weight of my dress pulling me down.

I stumble a bit due to the shoes I'm still wearing and find myself at the window. I pull the curtains apart only to find that it's not even a real window. It's just a framed painting of a window.

I went around the room banging on all the walls trying to see if they would fall over or something.

"What idiot would build a room with no entrance or exit and put a painting of a window  up on the wall just to cover it with drapes?" I think out loud. How the heck does anybody get in here to do all this junk. And how in the name of Chickenbutt Maggie did I get in here?!

"It's and illusion." I hear a voice say. It's deep but not.

I spin around to see a man who appears to be like 20. He has white blonde hair that is slicked back with oil, which makes it shiny. A few of his front hairs escape the wet oils that bond the rest together.

His eyes are a dark chocolate color that are prominent against his tanned skin.

He seems to be about 6' 2" or so and very striking.

He is wearing black slacks, a light brown dress shirt, a black vest, and black dress shoes to top off the whole clobber.

He noticed me looking and smirked. I crossed my arms over my chest and popped one knee.

"What?" He said this time his voice louder. He through his arms out in a jester I very well knew. I do it all the time to Dwane when he looks at me like I burned his favorite pare of socks.

I through my free hand up to point at his face and stood tall. " How did I get here?" I thought about what he previously said, "And this is not a stinking illusion."

He looks taken aback by my tone but easily covers it up. "This is so an illusion." He walks to the wall behind me and puts his hand on the wall but then his fingers sink through the wall. "See?"

I just glared at him. Who does he think he is.

You know what this is a dream. I will soon wake up in the woods with Dwane and my family. Wait never mind. They probably would have take me to the doctors of something if I have been out too long.

I reach down and pinch myself on my lower arm. The. I look around and see that I'm still in the white room with the white everything. I try again but this time harder. Nothing happens.

"If you have finished beating your arm up," I look up at him as he continues, "will you follow me?" He jesters towards the wall that we are standing by.

"I can't." I state. I hit the wall for enfaces. Then I put my hands on my hips.

"Don't think about it." He said and put his hand through the wall. "Just jus-do it. I guess."

I let out a loud huff and placed my hand on the wall and fell over. I looked up but I wasn't in the room anymore I was in what looked like a business office with room sized boxes all around.

I was about to say something about the oddness of it all when an extended hand flew in front of my face. I look up to see the man bent down with a smile that offered to help.

I just frowned and shoved his hand out of the way.

After I pulled myself up I looked him sternly. Almost like what a mother does when her children are naughty.

He looks at me confused. I just my hands on my hips and stare harder. He starts to look around like I'm not staring right at his face.

"What?" He finally says.

"How did I get here?" I point to the ground. My voice coming out a squeak, not very intimidating.

"That's what I was about to tell you." He says, "If you would just follow me, and stop acting so sassy and would just listen to some simple instructions." He snaps at me.

I'm not gonna lie I was taken aback by his sudden outburst. So I follow him down the hall and into a box room. But this one is painted red on the outside.

Ok the inside of the room there is a dark red desk with a paper in it. Next to the paper is a red pen.

On my side of the desk there is a red couch. On the other side of the couch there is a red chair with an elderly lady sitting in it. She is wearing white and reminds me of my grandmother. Nice and sweat but wildly out of place in this harsh atmosphere.

What is this place.