Can't we go back ?

Chapter 21

When you meet the big man himself

Okay, why am I hearing my dad?
What's going on...

"Ryder, you might be a little confused but I can help you with this..."

"But how can I hear you, you're dead."

"So are you..."

"No..."

"Yes."

"I can't be !"

"You are !"

"I won't !"

"Too late..."

"How is it possible ? I had a bullet proof vest..."

"Not all vests can stop a revolvers bullet..."

I can't be dead.
How am I dead ?
I was prepared for everything!

As I sit on a random bench in what seems like my dream land, I rest my head in my hands and begin to cry. Allowing  the thought being killed in front of my love, Estelar...

Letting her down...
Allowing the pain to hurt her...
To becoming the woman who's fiancé died before they could get married...

My dad sits down next to me...
"Ryder, it's fine."

He waves his hands in front of me, and a whole village appears. Everyone there looks like my dad. Walking around, interacting with themselves, living life and enjoying every moment they have...

"Welcome home Ryder. We have all been waiting for you and were surprised at how you were able to pass through all the dangerous obstacles in your life..."

"Who are all these people ?"

"They are your family Ryder..."

"No they're not... my family is down there where I belong. Where I now lie dead and they are holding me, crying because I'm not there. When I'm supposed to be holding her,  making sure she's safe..."

"But you can, through our ways. You can watch over everyone that you ever loved..."

"I don't want it that way. I want to be physically there with her and being able to spend OUR life together as her husband..."

My head is buzzing with thoughts as the view in front of me clears. Trees begin to come into view as farms and animals start raising from the ground.

"Don't worry, we will help you to be the man you were destined to be...."

"No, this isn't my life. This is not how it will end !"

I get up and ready myself to run, but my dad pulls me back down. His grip tightens around my arm, digging his nails into me.

To my surprise blood doesn't drip out of where his nails have pierced my arm, but water which drips slowly out the wound...

My dad loosens his grip and the water begins to cover the wound, starting to heal it. Slowly the muscle stitches itself up and at the end it is healed.