It's Complicated

It's Complicated Chapter 2

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"How much pain they have cost us, the evils which have never happened."

-Thomas Jefferson

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I've been surprised a lot before. Sad to say, most of these times, I peed in my pants. And I'm not talking about those kinds where saying, “Oops.” makes everything fine. Yes, I mean the full on what's-that-big-wet-spot kind. Like what any kid would do, I cried out for my mom. Unlike what normal moms would do, mine laughed. But I'm not going to talk about my sad life with a sadistic mom. Instead, I'm going to tell you about one of the few times I've been grateful for a surprise.

Before I start, though, I have to ask you something. What do you imagine when you think of Death? The grim reaper with his scythe and skeleton hands reaching out to you? Or maybe the hooded Charon waiting for you to get on the boat? How about St. Peter standing in front of a large golden gate, wearing a toga and holding a long scroll filled with names?

Well, I expected nothing. I seriously didn't care what and how death or Death—Honestly, I didn't care about that either—was going to be. In my opinion, it was a complete waste of time to sit around and contemplate what one's demise would bring.

As I lied there doing just that, the searing pain dulled into an ache. I welcomed the change and smiled when a realization took hold of me. I couldn't get hurt anymore. No one would come and hit me. No one would intentionally humiliate me. And no one would make me feel like a nothing. I was safe.

But was I, really? Death has always been a mystery. Who was I to say if I was protected in its embrace? That's when I panicked. What would happen to me? Where would I go? Would I get in paradise? Then I got more terrified when the most important question came to mind.

Would there be donuts?

I struggled and tried to open my eyes, but they felt as if they were weighed down. I tried to move a finger instead, but to my horror, no matter how hard I tried, I could not so much as lift it. It was as if my whole body was paralyzed, and I could do nothing but wait.

When I felt like the darkness was going to consume everything, a small light crept in; just a tiny dot of hope that grew bigger and larger until the black of unconsciousness completely disappeared. Unfortunately, sheer agony replaced it.

I screamed and reached out as if I could pull back the blanket of nothingness. Thrashing and flailing, I was desperate for relief. I would rather face an eternity without sweet, decadent desserts than a moment experiencing this searing, intolerable torture. But there was nothing I could do to change my state.

After what seemed like an eternity of torment, thankfully, mercifully, the pain alleviated into a throb. Breathing in deeply, I calmed down and stayed still. I was afraid any movement would bring back the ache. However, curiosity got the better of me, and doubt naively made me think my afflictions could not worsen, and so I opened my eyes and was greeted by a truly wonderful sight.

Water.

The blue liquid flowing around me cooled my burns. Captivated, I scooped some into my hand and watched as it slowly dribbled down my pink but otherwise unblemished arm. The drops of water fell into the lake, and the ripples distorted the face of a young girl. I stared and admired her reflection. She didn't look like one of those girls my brother would bring home. I respected her for that. Then it hit me.