i'm still slightly alive?

Chapter 2

Sorry for not posting for so long, i've had writers block. I'll try to post more frequently 

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Passing out again wasn't fun. I woke up laying across three seats with a blanket draped over me. Jesus Christ my limbs hurt. I carefully eased myself up and looked around. There was a box on the seat next to me with writing on it. I squinted trying to figure out what it said. Evan Diego Collins, my name. I opened the box and peered inside. There lay my glasses, my notebooks, pens, and some more personal things. I put on my glasses and stood up, wanting to finally get a good look at where I was. I appeared to be in the back rows of some darkened theatre. To the far right of me, there was an area with no seats illuminated by soft reading lamps and christmas lights. That was where a bunch of people were sitting, playing card games and chatting. Closer to the screen a couple of people were playing video games. The atmosphere was so calm and quiet, but I started to cry, letting my guard down. I didn't even notice when a small kid came up behind me and tapped me on my shoulder. "Agh!"

The kid frowned. "Sorry for startling you. Um, I just wanted to help you get oriented and, um, explain some things. My name is Jen."

"I'm Evan. I guess you already know that, though. Where the hell am I?"

Jen smiled. "Welcome to the afterlife."

"So I am dead!" I exclaimed. "Still doesn't answer my question. Why are we in a theatre, and who is everybody here? What kind of afterlife...heaven? Hell? A middle ground for losers?"

Jen laughed. "Oh I forgot how it is to be a newbie. Ok, let's start from the beginning." He sat beside me.

"Everyone here is you. Souls don't exist, but lets pretend they do for the sake of example. I had a 'soul' once. When I was alive, I used it, and when I died it passed on to you. All of us here are from the same soul. You were born without a soul, but I died the exact same moment you were born, so 'my soul' was transferred into your body. So you could say that you had past lives and that you're an 'old soul'." He sighed. "It's kind of complicated, but you will get used to it."

I stared at him puzzled, trying to comprehend everything. "But why are we in a theatre? Shouldn't I be in hell or something, for, you know...killing myself?"

"Be glad it doesn't work like that. You see, no one really knows what this place is. It doesn't exist on the same plane as reality. As far as anyone knows, it's infinite. Here, I'll show you." Jen looked at my shaky hands. "Calm down, it'll be fine." He gave me a firm hug and stood up. "Come with me."

I reluctantly stood up and followed him. I couldn't think, my brain was too foggy to process what was happening. We walked to the theatre entrance. On the doors there was some sort of electronic device. Jen spoke into it.

"Open"

A robotic voice answered. "State name and purpose."

Jen rolled his eyes. "Jen Idris Allen and Evan Diego Collins, for tour."

There was a slight pause, then it answered. "Exit granted." The door slid open. I walked onto a circular hallway lined with doors, same as the one that shut behind me. I stepped closer to the railing and looked down. The floors seemed to be going on forever, hundreds of them stacked on top of each other. It felt like we were inside a giant cylinder that had no floor or ceiling. I was gazing around, my mouth open with wonder. This felt like a dream, a blue glow surrounding everything. Jen appeared beside me.

"It is quite something. An infinite prison for every human on earth...you know, it's kind of funny how little we know because... "

Jen's voice faded into the background of my mind. How did I know that I'd still want to be gone after death? This wasn't fair! Tears were silently dripping down my face. I didn't even notice that I was leaning over the railing. Jen hadn't noticed my strange demeanor and was still babbling on about different theories or something. Could you die in the afterlife? Would I be permanently gone? I glanced at Jen, he was in his own little world.

I ran as fast as i could to the opposite side of the hallway and hopped on the railing. Jen's mouth opened in shock.

"Sorry Jen. Thanks for everything, I guess. Bye." I said through my tears.

"No you don't understand that won't do anything plea-" he yelled. I let go of the railing.

Time slowed down for me as Jen sprinted over, but I was already falling. I smiled as plunged down, the floors zipping past as everything faded away.