"Your perspective and opinion shape your morality."
What I would've expected if I ever managed to wake up was that I would've woken up in a hospital bed with the doctors telling me I was lucky to be alive, before letting me out of the hospital after 12 months of physical rehab.
What I didn't expect was waking up back in that artificial void. I stood up and looked around trying to see anything but to no avail, it was like trying to look around in a room without a light.
So this is the afterlife, I was expecting either a giant glowing stairwell or fire and brimstone.
"Well well, the child arrives." I turned around to see a middle aged brown haired man with dark hazel colored eyes wearing a tuxedo. For some reason it was easy to see him even in the darkness of the room.
I locked eyes with the man. "Who are you?" I questioned.
He smirked. "Adam, the name's Adam." He said as he started walking towards me.
I took a couple steps backwards. He didn't seem particularly menacing but something felt off about him. I looked around the void more, but the more I looked around, the faster I realized I wasn't in heaven or hell.
"Where, even are we?"
He waved his hands and a table with chairs appeared in front of him.
I jumped back in surprise as Adam said, "You should sit down for this, it might take a while." The table and chains seemed to light up the space when they appeared so it became easier to see.
Reluctantly, I walked over to him and sat in the chair. It felt like a normal chair my house would have, which made this situation a lot more complicated.
I glanced over at Adam to see that he was pouring me a cup of tea . . .
WHERE DID HE GET THE TEA?!
Adam looked over at me and chuckled, "I don't know why you're so surprised by everything I do. I own the place so I can create or manipulate anything here."
"So like I said earlier, where are we." I asked.
He finished pouring the tea and slid it towards me.
"We are in Limbo, the void between life and death." He finally explained.
"Limbo? Place between life and death?"
Adam poured himself a glass and downed it in seconds.
"This place is for those who have died yet still have purpose, just like you."
I laughed as I grabbed the tea he gave me and sipped it. "Purpose? I just fell off a 40 ft bridge and you're gonna tell me that I have a purpose."
A grin crept up on Adam's face as he set down his cup of tea.
"Don't you want the chance to see your sister again?"
His words resonated in my eardrums as I dropped the cup he'd given more onto the table, breaking it and spilling tea all over the table.
"A chance, to see my sister again?" I asked softly.
"Yes. If you cooperate with me, I'll let you see your sister again." He waved his hand and the entire table disappeared, along with the tea he had brought out.
I looked at him as a million thoughts entered my head at once.
See Aileen again? That's great, but what if there's a catch? This guy seems suspicious, what if this is just an elaborate scheme and I'm really alive somehow.
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Shattered Perspective
General FictionArk was just a normal kid, well abnormal to his fellow schoolmates. His introverted personality drove him to isolation because his school, Lincoln High, was built on extroverts. People thought he was an irregular and it caused him to have a very ble...
