The Nonexistent World

Welcome to the Nonexistent World

"Why don't you just kill me now!" I screamed at him. Just then he pulled the trigger. A sensation of pain swept through my body. It was a pain that made your brain cut off all circulation in your body. The kind of pain that slows down time and makes you suffer more. It seared all sense of life within me. It made the blood inside me cold and hard. All the warm blood flooded out of my body and onto the cold stone floor.

His hands were embracing my frigid, limp neck, but it felt as if he were barely touching me at all. All I could see was his face close to mine. His hair was black. It is a black that is darker than a moonless, starless night in the country. His lips parted slightly and lost all its brilliant cherry red color. I had only seen this happen to him one other time. That was the day he witnessed his mother die from stab wounds. That very horrifying night. His skin was ghostly pale. All the rosey color that made his face lively was now drained. Now everything started to fade. His hair, his mouth, and his skin were lost in this eternal sea of bitter blackness. The last thing I could see were his eyes. His dark brown eyes were petrified with fear.

Now here I am. Shrouded in darkness. I wouldn't have ever imagined that I, Angel Ross, would die from being shot. It's an awful existence. Amidst the blackness, I can't feel anything. I have no pulse. I have no sense. Thoughts rush through my mind with a frenzy. Is this my mind? Is this my conscience? Am I in a coma? Or am I truly dead? Is this heaven or hell? Why can't I feel anything or see anything? What is going on? One question lingered above the rest though; how could he have done that to me? I was astonished at how easy it was for him to pull that trigger. How could he?

I can not linger on such thoughts for very long. A blinding light came out of nowhere. As my eyes adjust, I see that there is a path leading over a number of mountains, some high, some low. Some are rougher than others and had many paths, most of which were dead ends. Some paths have blood on the walkways. There is no sun nor moon, nor is there a cloud in sight. Where the hell am I? With much agony, I look down at my hands. They are still fleshy and colored. I'm not shaking at all. They aren't trembling even with my busy thoughts. I touch my forehead. Nothing. No hole. No blood. Nothing. No sign that I was shot. A slight breeze brushes my skin, and I look at my surroundings again. There's only mountains and that twisty, winding path. Well...I suppose we start walking. The thought isn't mine, but I walk anyway.

I quickly realize that this is going to be a long walk and I have no direction except for this walkway, no way to tell the time, no idea where I am, no food or water, and no Carter. How am I supposed to survive? Where am I even going? What the hell is this?

Don't worry about that. Just walk.

Okay, weird thing that likes to listen to my thoughts, what's at the end of this?

I guess you will have to get there to find out.

So not cool. You could at least tell me what you are.

Nope. Can't do young miss. We have work to do. Walk.

Jeez. The nerve of that thing. I walk annoyed that I'm taking orders from something I can't see.

The time slips by. I bet I've been walking for hours now, but miraculously my feet don't hurt and my body isn't tired. Weird. As I go over an absurdly high mountain, I notice the glowing pink light ahead. It's appears to be on the horizon. I stride more nimbly toward the ominous glow. My curiosity is spiking my pace. Faster and faster, I rush down the paths, and astonishingly, I don't trip over my own feet. Nearing it, I realize its a small fountain with pink glowing water with some strange language etched into its side-"Du thora mor".

The Fountain of Peace. Don't touch...not yet. Listen carefully. You may choose your state of being. There are are various fountains spread throughout this existence. Each emits another worldly glow and an otherworldly existence. Do you wish wish to be peaceful for the rest of your afterlife?