Mariebelle
I'm dead. I know I'm dead. It's a feeling in my bones - what's left of them - and in my soul - what's left of it - and in me, like how some people just know, instinctively, that they are about to die.
For me, that feeling didn't happen before I died. That certainty was reserved for after the point of demise.
This sucks.
I've always imagined death as cold. Freezing, like the Russian winters that I loved so much when I was still alive. But there's no chill to speak of, and no heat either. It's as average as can be.
How anticlimactic.
I sigh, then gasp. I can breathe! But is it really breathing if you're dead?
It's dark here, wherever here is. I keep walking, expecting to bump into something, and then I do.
It's a door.
I reach out, feeling for the knob. It seems - and I know this sounds weird - to jump into my hand, almost like it wants me to open it. It feels warm and alive between my fingers.
I turn it, and a ray of light escapes from behind the threshold.
I step through.
Authors Note: Yeah, I know that this chapter is a lot shorter than the others, and I'm sorry, but it introduces an important character. I'll release the next one soon.
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