Matt
I was stuck in a place between Earth and what some may call Heaven, but at times it seemed almost like Hell. Tortured souls, unable to rest, roamed around aimlessly, waiting for their justice to prevail. They all walked: Innocent children who came to untimely and wrongful demises at the hands of abusers and murderers, parents looking over their young, men and women such as myself who crossed here too early or others who left things unfinished on Earth. Some of them wouldn't leave, just so they could watch over those who they left behind, in fear that once they crossed over, they would not be able to anymore.
This place was bittersweet. Although there was no more pain and suffering in this limbo, tears still shed and tempers flared, but there was an eerie happiness with no sickness or killing. Aging and pain didn't exist, and those who had been sick in their life, were restored to the healthier version of themselves. Myself? Well, I was fixed as if I had no life-ending injury. I touched where my head was gashed open in my previous vessel. Good as new, not even a scar. That was one good thing about this place.
Another positive to this place was that was beautiful. Rainbows curved over flowered meadows through perfect, clear skies, the warmth of the sun always over us; it never rained or snowed. We each had own own personalized piece of the world we left behind in our new “homes”, but to every good thing about here, there was a negative to balance it. Bad memories played like a movie on a projector, keeping a constant reminder of why some of us were here and which is how I learned the events of my death. If we didn't know how we came to be this, those slides held the information. All good memories hung on invisible walls like pictures; growing up as child, friend and family, falling in love. And then there was Addison's face. With all of the good things here, I still, I needed out. She wasn't here.
My worst fear was that Addison didn't believe anymore in this something that I was so skeptic. We exist. These spirits, me, we are still here after we leave our physical bodies.
I needed her, to see her, feel her. I needed to get through to her, but she wouldn't see the signs I'd been sending. She was the only one who could help me.
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Yours, Eternally(2015 Revision)
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