All was black.
Complete darkness and the scent of decomposing skin enclosed around her. She wore a thin sheet that barely concealed her thighs, which for some reason wouldn’t listen to her. Counting all her other muscles. She felt nothing to be honest. It was as if she were completely detached from her middling body, as if she’d never feel any pain from her human form again.
It was all-embracing amity.
She elevated genteelly away from her still corpse. When she drew away and was out of the metal box that embraced her carcass, she swirled and her white gown twirled with her.
She exhaled gently and felt a huge weight lifting off her shoulders; the weight of Belladonna and Aqua leaving her ethereal, graceful and only her thoughts to come along with her to this peaceful palace of pain free living.
The morgue was filled with other souls. One was a dead-youth that had silky red-hair that trailed down her lean shoulders and skin that was splattered with brown freckles. Next to her was a lanky boy with curly russet hair and next to him a fair-haired girl with a bow in her hair.
They were all floating, wearing white garments and gowns, smiles on their translucent faces.
It reminded Phoenix of the angel canvases that were splattered atop the walls of the Catholic Church she used to go to with her grandma. She remembered the priest that had curly black hair and a yellow-tooth smile that welcomed Phoenix in and made her feel safe in his company.
“Are we dead?” Phoenix whispered, gliding over to her fellow chis, or whatever they were at the moment, she really couldn’t tell. “I don’t remember anything.”
The red-head smiled and sashayed her way closer to Phoenix, her see-though face beaming at her fellow souls.
“Does it really matter?! I’ve never felt so at ease,” she exclaimed, the body examiners not reacting to her rejoicing yelps of bliss.
Phoenix ignored the girl as she continued to speak in her annoying high pitched voice.
She tried hard to think about what happened the hours before she arrived at the morgue and her soul had left her body. She thought about all the things she had done to get where she was now and couldn’t come up with anything that helped her figure out what had happened.
She had a feeling that something terrible had happened…she just couldn’t think straight with her body being in this complete and utter bliss zone that made her feel warm and happy inside.
Phoenix looked around the morgue, examining the room for any clues and found one inside a circle that was surrounded by long-coat wearing body examiners.
She narrowed her eyes at the body that lolled on the examining table.
To be blunt, it wasn’t even a body; a leg, a torn leg that had blood pouring onto the metallic table. The bone was wedged out and Phoenix faintly saw maggots beginning to devour it, the inspectors twisting them out with iron instruments, making the warm-amity-loving feeling escape her body, swaying up to the ceiling in a way that made her feel faint.
Phoenix scowled at the red-haired girl before she began to drift through the ceiling. It felt effortless, as if she’d been doing it her whole life. It was as easy as breathing. Higher and higher she soared. Passing through walls and through people, some more difficult than others.
Is this what it feels like to go on? She thought to herself, floating higher and higher. She went through clouds, her snowy gown changing whenever the weather changed, even though she couldn’t feel it on her own skin that was as clear as a crystal and as weightless and nimble as a feather.
