With You

White Butterfly

Word Count: 627

Everyone, before they die, sees a white butterfly. Regardless if you die within a few seconds into war, on the coldest day in Antarctica, or in a coma, everyone sees a white butterfly. They say it happens in the last seven minutes and forty seconds before you die.

How do I know? I'm not sure. It's like that sensation or message in a dream where you know certain information hasn't been told to you by anybody, but at the exact same time the dream occurs, the information is just there.

You might also think that the white butterfly would be a sign of an angel from heaven, but you'd be dead wrong (literally). The truth is something we've been putting as myth, the trick our brains.

Currently, I am sitting on a metal bed-like board releasing a vapor that looks like heat from no where. Though, I do not feel warm. I do not feel anything physical in fact. All I feel is... calm.

There are white spaces in every direction that seem to go kilometers away.

On my right, there is a metal shelf filled with unfamiliar jewelry... or maybe machinery with fancy design. There is one thing that catches my eye. A shell like metal with a blue gem in the center and sharp edges in one corner, like scissors.

And nothing else.

If I had more emotions, I feel like I'd feel claustrophobic. How empty everything was, but how there was nothing much that made the surrounding around me feel so small.

Now, suddenly, an aqua-aura appeared near my table that enlarged in a movement like a jellyfish.

It has now become the shape of a human, but stays as the aura. It looks like a mummified human being in thick aqua liquid threads.

"State your name" it said with both a man and a women's voice.

Emma Charrlet, I thought.

"Date and time of birth"

January 23, 1995 11:40 am.

"Cause of birth?"

Words escaped my thoughts before I had time to comprehend them.

Revival.

"Date and time of death"

February 15, 2017 8:35 pm.

"Cause of death?'

Strangulation.

"Satisfactory of lifespan?"

I do not want to answer.

"Satisfactory of lifespan?"

Unknown.

"Time of the white butterfly?"

Flashbacks start to appear.

I say goodbye to an old high school friend and walk away smiling. My eyes turned into a dark, graffitied alley. I see something I'm not suppose to. An old man rips out yanking my wrist. I fall on the ground.

I see the white butterfly quietly land on a dead body of girl near by.

The choking begins.

Four minutes before death.

"Any questions before the next reset?"

Wait. Next? Then who was I before? Where will I go? What is this?

I ask instead, "Where am I?"

"This is the place before all the parallel universes that we put you in. In all different possibilities."

"Can I chose where I go?"

"No" it responded.

I should feel isolated, devastated, or destroyed, but more than anything, I felt at home. Maybe it was because I've been in this place before. Though, home is nothing without others.

"Can I- Can I take someone with me?"

"You may"

For some reason, I did not want to chose people I already knew. Family or friends. It may have been that I already knew them and knew they would be fine without me.

"That girl that died before me. The one the white butterfly touched. Can I take her with me?"

"You may" it responded with the two voices. It's body's aura expanded from it's own aqua coloured to multiple colours, and finally into an illumining white light.

And before I knew it, I was born again as a twin, with that girl by my side.

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