My eyes fluttered open to see a white ceiling above me with hanging icicle lights. I slowly stood up from my position on the floor in the center of the room. There were four walls, no windows, and one dark wooden door. Hanging on the wall was a single photograph. I walked closer to realize it was the man who killed me. The picture was taken years before the murder. He looked genuinely happy.
The door opened and heels clicked against the white wooden floors.
"Oh, good! You're awake. Sometimes it takes so long, and I'm not a very patient person," she giggled, I looked away from the picture to look into bright blue eyes underlined by a light spread of freckles. "I'm Adelaide. I'm here to help you!"
"Where am I?" I asked Adelaide, the girl with lavender hair.
"You're in Soul Haven. The space between life and eternity. The place where you work through things you left behind on earth."
"What have I left behind?"
"The photographs show the people with whom you have unresolved issues."
I stared at her, confused. "The only picture is of my killer. What unfinished business is there? He killed me, end of story."
Adelaide sighed, "Honey, you don't know everything about the circumstances of your death. Come with me so I can help you."
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A Pessimist's Fiction
Short StoryShort stories, written by me. Topics will be varied but most will probably have a dark theme. (Two uploads have disappeared and I'm working on rewriting them...)
