The Only Half I Need - {Synyster Gates - Book 3} -

Prologue

What’s it like … being dead? Was it dark and cold? Empty and lonely? Is there a white light or some kind of film showing all the precious moments from the past life? And what comes after that?

I had always been wondering how it was like. Death and the feeling of it was something no one really could describe which made it really intriguing. That doesn’t mean that I wanted to die. Oh heck no. I had so many plans, so many dreams I wanted to live.

I wanted a job that was fun, a boyfriend that one day turned into my husband; I wanted a family. After I had lost my little baby due to stress and seeing Michelle pregnant I couldn’t help but wish for that feeling again. The feeling of happiness and excitement, knowing that the man I love and I were having a tiny little human being to take care of; a baby as the cherry on top of our relationship.

But these things were all gone now. Instead of being blinded by Brian’s radiant smile darkness was around me. I was captured in a vacuum with the silence screaming from the top of its lungs. It was out of the question that I wanted out.

Although I couldn’t see anything I reached into the dark. Floating I tried to pull me away from where I was. I tried to break free but with every movement I felt my body growing weaker and weaker. It was confusing me and I fought more against the invisible shackles that kept me floating in place.

After what felt like a lifetime I gave up and let my head hang in frustration. It was useless. Huffing I realized that I was bound to stay in this unknown and empty place. That’s when I heard a dripping sound. Some sort of liquid was dripping down from somewhere but where? I jerked around and tried to spot what it was but instead of finding it I only noticed that the dripping increased. Frowning I tried to figure out what it was by listening to it.

Suddenly I felt something running down my throat. Since I was breathing normally the fluid made me cough really hard. But the more I coughed the worse it got. More of the thick liquid slid down my throat choking me. What was that? What was happening? I hunched forward and tried to spit it out but a sudden pain shot through my torso. I cried out in pain and silently prayed for it to stop.

The dripping was now a splashing and the dead silence was filled with my coughing that soon turned into choking sounds. My mouth was full of it; my tongue tasting the sweet, metallic taste. That tasted like … that was … that was blood. With shaking hands I felt holes in my chest and stomach. From those holes an unnatural amount of blood was pouring into the deep darkness surrounding me.

While my mind was trying to come up with a reasonable explanation of why I was wounded and what this place was, my body was fighting a useless battle against the Grim Reaper.

My lungs filled with blood; it was already running down my nose and chin. It mixed with my tears that I cried. I was so scared to die. But I couldn’t do anything. It kept on pouring, leaving my body until I blacked out.

I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready to die. Not now. Not like this.

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Alright, so this is it. The prologue of Book 3.

I'm tired of waiting for the inspirational spark and thought I might as well start this book and see what's happening next. So if anyone of you ha suggestion ... I'm open for them :)

I hope you like it. Let me know below! <3