Chapter Seven
I open my eyes and see a blinding light. Bright, white and warm.
I'm too cold. I try to reach out and touch the warm light, but my arms won't move. They are bound to my sides. My eyes cannot move either. They are fixated on that one spot.
Warm and welcoming.
So... If I can't move towards the light, how am I supposed to die?
Why am I here? Why am I dying anyway?
Oh no!
The crash.
I see it now. The Porsche, wrecked by the idiot drunk who hit us.
I now remember leaving my body, motionless on the ground.
I remember floating up, seeing my dad next to my lifeless body, trying to shake me awake.
He's okay.
Piper.
How's Piper doing?
Is she standing over my lifeless body? Is she crying? She'll be okay.
Everyone's okay, except me.
I am dead.
But why am I not up in heaven? I'm certainly not in Hell. Maybe it's that in between place.
Or maybe I'm not dead yet.
That thought sticks in my mind.
I'm not dead yet.
Or this is death.
Nothing.
No movement.
Just...
Nothing.
I close my eyes.
And think of nothing.
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Authors Note
Short Chapter, I know. Just a cliff hanger there.
Roni
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