Creation

Death (Contest Winner!)

This chapter is an entry for Contest 1 by thevividimaginator

If only I brought a tape recorder with me now, I would've recorded this and chuck it back to the hospital, hoping that they'll publish it to the world so they'll have a clearer glimpse of what death is.

Because, among all of the deaths the movies and books depicted, none of them are like this one.

Ugh, thanks for getting my expectations too high, people. Can't I please sue y'all?

When I woke up this morning, I felt weightless and penetrable. The tormenting pains were gone too.

I looked down to notice that I've left my human body, becoming entirely shapeless, transparent.

Down there on the living world, the medics rushed with their equipments, trying to resurrect me. The red siren above my bed blared in sync with their actions.

But I don't even budge. None of their techniques are able to thwart my death.

"She's gone, doctor." A young woman stated as she eyed my tragic, bandaged figure sadly.

The one she addressed nods gloomily.

Why are these people feeling that grievous for me, who's nobody but a dying stranger for them?

Suddenly, the door swung open brutely, revealing a bulky man with a navy uniform, one that I assumed is a police's.

"You can't tell me she's gone!" He exclaimed in rage after speaking lowly with the medics. "She's still needed!"

Huh? Need me? As far as I remember my past, big guy, I've never known you.

"Um, excuse me." A timid voice called out, and I curiously searched for the speaker below.

Why, none of them are saying that! So, who did?

"Over here, miss."

I fearfully glanced behind my back, hoping to find a Casper-like soul there, but met an empty air instead.

See, I told you this world sucks! I even expected to meet a fellow, cartoonized ghost here!

"A-are you... a ghost too?" I inquired, dreading for the next answer.

"Temporary ghosts, miss." The child's voice answered, and clouds of fears engulfed my head.

If I still can call it a head.

"What do you want?" I shrunk myself in fear.

"Justice. We all need it, don't we?" He giggled, successfully convincing me that he's harmless. "That's why we haven't continued to the afterlife yet."

It's as if someone poured an ice bucket onto me. "There's an afterlife?" I squeaked, averting all my attentions to the invisible kid.

Now I regretted to spent all my life abandoning my parents' trust in God. What'll He sentence me with if I meet Him?

"What should I do now? Any tutorials on how to finish this?"

"You needed justice for your death, and so do we. While we're still struggling to deal with ours, you should start working on yours too."

I suddenly felt an urge to return to my old life, where lack of food is the only complication in it.

"So, we need to solve our urgent problems first, then we can calmly proceed to the afterlife?" I cut in impatiently. The sooner I can end this, the sooner I'll have peace.