Nate suddenly pulls out a knife and slits the receptionist's throat, causing her blood to spray onto the floor as her body drops to the floor.
"Thanks for your help." He smiles as he disappears in thin air and her body disappears with him.
He disappears from earth and he suddenly finds himself in an eerie middle zone, between earth and the afterlife.
In the approaching fog, a dark figure is barely made out.
A deep dark voice begins to croak, "Good job."
Nate plasters a smile of malice across his face.
"Thank you." Nate replies. "What's next?"
"We wait." The deep dark mysterious voice says.
"Wait for what?" Nate asks.
"Until it is time for more death." The voice croaks.
TWO MONTHS EARLIER
"So that's it?" Nate's friend, Tanner says with a disappointed tone to his voice.
"Yeah." Nate says. "That's it."
"So you and your girlfriend are breaking up simply so you can take extra time to focus on college?" Tanner asks, with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"That's right." Nate answers.
"Man, this isn't like you." Tanner shakes his head. "That girl is gorgeous and you went out of your way so many times just to get with her. You took so much time and effort for that girl. Are you sure about this?"
"I'm sure because this has already happened." Nate retorts.
"Fine, fine." Tanner says. "I don't understand but it's your life and it's your choices. You're practically my best friend and I'll respect that."
"Thank you." Nate says, with a slight smile laced with more depression than lightheartedness.
Nate and Tanner are sitting at a table outside a coffee shop on campus, after getting out of class.
"How are things with you?" Nate asks, changing the subject.
"Things are going good, I guess." Tanner says, looking down. "I don't know, man. It sucks ever since my dad's death a while back. I'm trying to move on but sometimes it gets to me, you know?"
Nate nods.
"Anyway, you know it's not something I like talking about so I'll just leave it at that. You understand." Tanner says. "You also understand about Gabe. We were all so close."
"Yeah. So uncanny how 8 minutes after he died, people reported seeing him." Nate says, trying to be sly about his obsession with this topic.
"Crazy, right?" Tanner says. "I wonder if ghosts exists."
Tanner pauses and then lets out a short-lived laugh.
"Haha, nah. It's probably some people's sick and twisted idea of a joke." Tanner says, brushing off the subject in an insensitive way.
Nate starts to get up.
"Hey man, where are you going?" Tanner asks.
"I need to get going and study." Nate says, looking away. "It was good talking to you. I'll see you around."
"Alright, bye." Tanner says with a confused look on his face because of Nate's abrupt end to their conversation.
. . .
The next day, Nate attends his mother's funeral which was really hard knowing he may never see her again.
He was dressed in black and had to see his mother's dead body, which shook him in a way he couldn't express. He couldn't even cry, he was in shock about everything that was going on.
Everything that is going wrong suddenly floods his mind all at once, creating a tight feeling in his chest and an unexplainable mental ache. He felt almost as if he couldn't move.
In the middle of the service, from the front row, he goes to the back. He can't help but finally cry in this moment of a mental breakdown.
At the same time of trying to avoid looking into anyone's eyes, he accidentally glances and sees a familiar face out of his peripheral vision.
He looks up to see if it was the face he suspected and his guess was right.
It's Becca.
He unknowingly has stopped in his tracks, processing all of it. When he snaps out of it and realizes he has stopped, he runs to the back.
He appreciated the fact that she was present out of respect for his mother, but he didn't like seeing her face. At this time, it's only a reminder of pain. They had been together for over a year and she broke up with him over baselessness that he felt she had been ignorant about.
His minds swarms with negative thoughts. Maybe she was right. Maybe you are crazy. Insane. Out of your mind. Maybe she is in the right.
He beats himself up over it in his head and then he hears over the intercom the speaker telling a memory about his mother.
A memory of their family that caused him to have a flashback of good times.
He cries more on the inside than the out and he decides to woman up and go back out there. Crying or not, it's only human.
On his way back to his seat, Becca awkwardly hugs him.
"I'm sorry." She whispers, as her mascara runs down her face from her tears.
The whole thing was a nightmare for Nate. On top of this, there was the unknown to him that his dead mother told him about. He is so confused at this point.
All of this reminds him of Gabe's funeral, only weeks prior to this, except his life was not nearly as tough as it had gotten now. Nate was just ready for the funeral to be over with.
. . .
After the funeral, Nate decides to walk home to take time to himself. He needs it after all the stress.
He walks home, throwing his tie off onto the sidewalk and unbuttoning his top shirt button. He even untucks his shirt.
He lets out a loud sigh, in frustration.
Nate walks back, looking down at his shoes and realizes one of them is actually untied.
He bends down to tie his shoe before he continues walking.
"Nothing can possibly go right today." Nate murmurs to himself. "This is the worst day ever."
Nate starts to stand up when he is knocked out.
Everything goes black.
A/N: Thank you for reading. Please vote and comment if you enjoyed this chapter. Don't miss the next chapter as things will take a dangerous turn!
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I Died 8 Minutes Ago
Misterio / Suspenso"My name is Nate Walker and I died 8 minutes ago." What would you do if someone ran up to you and told you this? Most likely, you wouldn't believe the person telling you. Perhaps you would dismiss it as a joke, or just someone being silly. Of course...
