Death's Choice (Preview)

Chapter 3

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Only thing that she could see was white...white floors, white walls, white ceiling with nothing else. The room itself seemed to go on for miles one minute then change to a small room everyone time she looked in another direction. Yet when she looked back the walls seemed to change position again. It was starting to get more than a little freaky and more than a little scary.

"Hello!" She called out, cupping her hands over her mouth. The only reply she got was an echo of her own voice calling back, "Hello!"

She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't really an echo. Then again she wasn't expecting much else either as she couldn't see a door anywhere, much less a window or any other exit of any kind. After what seemed like forever she came up to a white table that she almost missed as it blended into the rest of the room perfectly. The only reason she caught sight of it was the gleam of silver that was a small goblet filled with the clearest water she had ever seen. Not that she could remember much, last thing she remembered was her husband coming home in a rage that made her shiver.

A black mist started filling the room making a shiver run down her body as it felt so strange. It wasn't like it was filled with evil, but there weren't any good feelings about it either. It almost felt alive and that was a little scary all in itself.

"Hello child." A voice rumbled from everywhere around her, feeling hollow yet caring at the same time. She finally figured out what felt so weird about the mist, it seemed to be filling her with conflicting feelings. It seemed to scare her yet calm her at the same time. It was as if it made her feel safe yet still frightened her.

"Who are you?" She demanded, looking frantically around herself for any sign of the speaker. The voice was hard to track as it echoed from everywhere at once while her brain kept telling her it was coming from nowhere. It wasn't making any sense, none of this was. Just where was she?

"Isn't it polite to introduce yourself before demanding someone else's name?" The voice chuckled with an almost amused tone to it. It was as if the voice was teasing her.

"My name is..." She said, trying to remember who she was. The mist seemed to be making it harder to think about anything, or even remember. Just minutes ago she was thinking about her husband, but now she was having trouble even trying to picture being married. It took a few minutes as she chewed on her bottom lip, hugging herself a little as more fear seemed to seep into her. What was going on? Just who was she and who was that voice? Suddenly one word seemed to fill her mind, a word she instantly latched onto as it seemed to feel right. "Crystal."

"What was that my dear, I didn't exactly catch that." The voice seemed to chuckle, annoying her. It didn't sound like it was trying to be condescending, yet she couldn't help feeling as it was at the same time. It was starting to get frustrating talking to the voice.

"My name is Crystal." She said with more conviction.

"Well Crystal, I'm sorry to say this, but you are dead." The voice replied as it seemed to sober up, becoming a little more serious as it told her this. Crystal couldn't help collapsing to her knees before her legs folded under her so she was sitting on the floor.

"Th-that can't be true." Crystal whispered, though it was getting hard to deny the claim. This place was beyond anything that she could ever think of and the voice seemed to soothe her while scaring her at the same time. She was either dead or she was having a really strange dream. If she was dead though, did that mean that she was in Heaven? Or was she in Hell?