Reincarnated

White Room

White.

All I saw was white.

No familiar faces, no sounds. Just white.

That was until I heard a voice ring out.

"What do you mean by that? She perfectly healthy! How could she die?"

The voice wasn't familiar to me. It was kind of high pitched and squeaky. I found that funny.

Though I couldn't laugh.

"I'm not lying Isa, I'm telling you."

Another voice. This voice sounded older... like a lady in her late 30's. 

There was an uncomfortable silence. 

What were they going on about anyway? Was someone dead?

Then I realized. 

I had no idea where I was.

I remember lying down in a bed- no, My bed.

Why wasn't I there?

Where am I?

Suddenly two blurs appeared in front of me.

I assumed them to be humans, but strangely, one of them was flying.

What was this?

Was this a prank?

Her friends were the type to pull the stuff.

No- neither her nor her friends knew of any place so clean, so bright. so... White. (Hey  I rhymed)

The Squeakier voice spoke up again.

"Is there anything I can do to prevent it? She is my responsibility after all."

Silence.

Again.

What the heck were these two going on about..?

What are they trying to prevent?

The woman who seemed to be in her late 30's spoke up once more.

"No, but there is something you can do."

An immediate response came from the squeaky voice.

"What!? I'll do anything?"

The blurs faded back into white.

Silence followed.

I wanted to move, look around, find the blurs and ask them what they were talking about.

But I couldn't move.

Was this like sleep paralysis?

I have been lucky enough to never experience it but could this be my first time?

No. This wasn't my room was it?

Stop asking stupid questions. You aren't a moron.  

(In the line above it may seem like she talking to you but she's talking to herself)

Nothing but pure white.

It was almost blinding.

Or had I already gone blind from brightness?

I couldn't tell.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

"What was.. that?"

It was a dream.

No wonder it was so off.

The weirdest thing was that I remembered it.

No matter the circumstance, I never remembered dreams.

Why had I had such a weird dream anyway?

I tried to go to sleep.

But no matter how much I tried...

I couldn't stop thinking.

Thinking about that White Room.

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HaHa- I started writing this at like 2:40am finished at exactly 2:56am.

Yeah I stay up that late, don't JuDgE me.

Anyway, I know this took awhile but it seem pretty worth it right?

Right? 

I couldn't believe this got any views- nor that people would be exited about it- I mean, look!

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!

I don't think my art skills are as good as my writing skills.

I was told I was always a good writer by my teachers and got these "Best Writer" awards at the end of the year ;w; 

Though I do really like Drawing.

A few things to know about me:

*Starting middle school (going into 6th grade)

*I LOVE  LOVE  LOVE  EDDSWORLD AND ESPECIALLY TORD!  >w<

*I have a PixilArt where you can chat with me!  Link:

https://www.pixilart.com/floofycatz

*I love drawing

*I have actually had this book idea since 3rd grade lol

*Go by she or they idrc as long as I'm not a 'he' lol

*Call me floofy, not my actual user please!

That's all for now! Hope to get the next chapter out soon!

Sincerely,

(insert Sincerely me music here)

~Floofy