Fate always had the power to screw you over.
And Alexandra always thought that she had everything she could ask for: a caring family, a best friend and an attentive boyfriend. That is until she discovered the latter two alone in a car together.
Sin...
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Honestly? Death wasn't quite what I expected. For one thing, still drowning while you were already dead equalled to super weird, and I wasn't at all sure I was drowning.
Obviously, I wasn't breathing either, which would have freaked me out, if I could feel anything. It was like I was in some kind of abyss, surrounded by water in all directions, and I was floating there, and no matter what attempts I made, I couldn't move an inch. I couldn't see anything, not even to be sure that I really was under water. The other thing that should have concerned me was my lack of emotion, unlike any experience I'd ever had. It was so freaking confusing!
It was hard thinking this through, my thoughts felt like honey. Everything was slow, and I was still freaking drowning!
My whole insides felt bloated and stiff, probably full of the inescapable water I was still in, but I could tell that I wasn't going to die again. My lungs were screaming, and all I wanted was air, but I didn't black out from the lack of it. Just... nothing happened.
I'm in hell. The thought came sluggishly and whispery. Maybe I was in hell, maybe I had to live in this torture of never being able to breathe again. Or was there something like an in-between place, between heaven and hell?
I yearned to thrash and kick and scream, just to do something, but it was like time had frozen. The feeling ebbed away seconds later. Was there even time here? Maybe hours had gone by and I never once noticed it. I didn't remember anything; I didn't remember who I was. I had flashes of memories, but before I could grasp them (not that I could do anything, anyway) they flew away.
Once I felt bored, and then lonely, and then it was all gone, repeating itself. Well, until it shut off completely. I fought, though. At least I wanted to take one memory with me when I finally died for real, but that wasn't happening. Time didn't mean anything here, and I could have been here for years! I didn't even get tired.
Something should have happened by now, but, with another chance at emotion, I wished I could just go back to wherever I came from.
I wished I could be back with my family and continue my normal life...
Just then, I felt the water around me change. Although my lungs had been screaming before, it was now crazy with strikes of pain across my chest. Feeling started prickling back into my nerves and I felt a rush of fear. I could sense direction again, and I was going down. I screamed in my head. What was happening?
The air slammed out of my body when I connected with something hard with an audible splash. A surface.
My injured arm screamed from the abuse, and I groaned, my ears ringing; I couldn't hear anything else. My pulse was still racing, and I couldn't quite return to a normal breathing pattern without the air hitching in my throat.
