Rift Walkers

Necklace

          I exhaled, then I inhaled after what felt like years. It's as if I am frozen in time.

          From what I remember was the winds. The winds came for my demise but it wasn't painful. I wasn't whisked away in the air while it broke my bones. Rather, I was planted in the dirt. Debris was all around me but never hitting me. A circle of nothingness is surrounding me, like a shield. James was lost in the debris that is piled around me. I blink, dumbfounded.

    The vibration within my palms was only apparent as soon as everything seemed to stop.
    The winds, the screams, the clashing of sounds - all fell to silence. I whimpered.

    My head was thrown back, almost snapping my neck, catching me off guard. My limbs were taken from under me and lain flat in the air, holding me there was a force I hadn't known. Dirt comes off my body like excess weight. Naturally, I fight it. I fight the force that is keeping me under my own will. I am not strong. I can't help but give in.

  My skin felt as if it is being wrapped in thin paper then filled in with proper lining of fabric.
My eyes are in the back of my head. My mouth is wide open without the movement of my lungs. The hue of blue was flashing rapidly as time ticked on.

The light sound of a fine metal singing had played in my ears. Almost like a woman singing or crying. Their whimper was identical to mine.

  I was released. My breath was the last thing I could recall.

But now, there was warmth. Warmth all around my body, as if I am in a cocoon. I didn't know wether or not I should resist or fall into it further.

There was a brief bit of cold from my neck to my head, possibly not covered in this white space.

The symbol from before meets me before my face. I had gained control of my body again.
My voice wasn't my own until it settled.

The symbol made that sound again, ringing loudly in my ears.
The middle of my forehead radiates a hum.
My fingers could fall off with how cold they are, striking pain that moves up my arm as soon as I attempt to move them again.

The force had released me, falling upon the dirt. I had only found myself in this space of grey, splotches of black and white all around me but not physically. Like a mist but paint, in the absence of this place.
My forehead hummed a vibration within the center of it, only slightly picking at me like a needle or a tattoo gun.

I touch it lightly, daring to ease the pain. I can't get a grip. This isn't where I wish to be. I want to be in a place of comfort after death. Death had crossed my mind - this is what is left? In the afterlife? No- I don't think this is it. It can't be. The rough edges around my finger nails are still irritated from me picking at them earlier in the day. The world ended. I saw it happen. But it must have been a dream, this place -

I touch my head with more pressure, the thoughts seem to never stop in this place.

This hum radiates outward, throwing me off, now radiating amongst this space like it has walls. I could only recall the bass of music in a car driving by being this intense. But my head isn't a speaker- it's my head.

Joel Waters.

Nope. There's a voice now, a masculine one. I'm hallucinating. The end of my life brought me to an endless paranoia.

Press your temple and see your power.

I look forward, recognizing a golden light shimmering from my head. I am a beacon, a really skinny and surly overdosed beacon.

//// journey is to //// ///.

As if I was placed on a quest in a video game, a new mission was placed on me. A journey to something yet the mission is blurry.
Thanks brain, you really put me in a place of desire in the after life. I don't dare roll my eyes though, my stomach's butterflies were way stronger. I still have no clue where I am, even if I think I'm dead. But - power? Why would I be granted power in the after life, and to do what?