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Haze

I didn't have time to work on a picture for this so that'll be updated later.

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It was warm. No... It was hot. Really hot. Why was it hot?

Willing your heavy limbs to move, you struggled under several layers of fabric before finally shoving the entire pile off and it landed somewhere with a muffled 'flump'. Grumbling to yourself, you mentally balked at the dryness of your throat and mouth. The taste was even worse. It was like you hadn't brushed your teeth in days. Not only that but you just felt like shit, in general.

Moving so that you were sitting upright, you brought your hands to your eyes to claw off the crusties that had your eyes glued completely shut. What the hell happened? Why did you feel like you tried to run a marathon with a fever?

Blinking at the bleariness that consumed your vision, the room soon came into focus and you froze where you sat. Frantically, your eyes darted about taking everything in. Nice, not crumbling walls, tasteful decorations (though the bone theme was a little odd), a huge pirate flag hanging on the wall opposite you, and action figures. LOTS of action figures. This wasn't your room. Where the hell were you? Why were you here? What was going on?

Curling into a small ball, you huddled under one of the few blankets that had remained on the bed (which you now noticed was designed to look like a red race car). Think. There had to be an explanation as to why you were here. What had happened before you blacked out?

Your mind scrambled until it all finally clicked. A cold numbing feeling swept across your body. That's right... Everything had finally come to a head and even now you still felt that empty feeling of worthlessness. After making up your mind, you had walked to the park and broke through the ice of the lake. Straightening up a bit, you looked around the room again. If someone had found you, they would have brought you to a hospital. That would be the logical thing to do. So... you succeeded? Was this... Heaven? Hell? Limbo? Why were you able to feel things if you were no longer in your body?

As you attempted to get out of bed, the entire room spun causing you to fall back. The beds headboard banging loudly against the wall from the force. The sound making your ears ring. God, you felt awful. Rolling onto your side so that you were facing the wall, you held your aching head gingerly in your hands. If it wasn't for the fact you weren't sure if you were alive or not, you would think that you were just really sick.

"OH MY! HUMAN, ARE YOU AWAKE?"

A terrified shriek tore from your scratchy dry throat as you jumped so hard your entire body winced in pain. Your head aching so bad you hadn't heard anyone open the door and come in. You whipped around as quickly as you could (which took longer than you liked) to see who it was. Your eyes going wide as the blood drained from your face.

Yep.

You were dead.

There was no doubt about it now.

In front of you was a really tall skeleton. A skeleton. It wore a T-shirt with an apron over it with long black jeans. It's brow bones were lowered but you weren't sure if it was concerned or some other emotion. Regardless, it had called you human. So it wasn't the same species as you. Did that make it a demon? Were you in hell? Was this some sort of waiting room before they drag you to wherever in the afterlife you belong?

Something waving in front of your face had your eyes refocusing on the skeleton. You scooted until your back hit the wall behind you in an attempt to put some space between you and the creature. Your reaction appearing to sadden the skeleton but you really didn't care right now.

It took the hint and backed away from you a few steps with both hands up in a peaceful gesture. "I'M SORRY, HUMAN! I DID NOT MEAN TO FRIGHTEN YOU. HOW ARE YOU FEELING?" Like death himself. You hadn't realized you had said that out loud until the skeleton cocked its skull at you curiously. "WHO IS THIS DEATH PERSON...? IS HE WHY YOUR HP IS SO LOW?"