Our Reflection

37• I Know That I Deserve It

Marjorie Blossom POV

Since childhood we have heard that when death comes, we have the possibility to see our whole life before our eyes.

Well, maybe l'm an exception to the rule.

I saw nothing, not even the last two minutes that led to Tyler's hands squeezing my neck, everything was pitch black.

"What a dull death," she laughs alone in a parallel universe where nothing is the same as everything.

The biggest truth of all is that I was struggling to get back, at least I wanted to have a chance to see where I was.

Heaven or hell?

Whatever, purgatory probably shouldn't have such a strong smell of formaldehyde.

Beep .. beep ... beep ... beep .. beep .. My eyes twitched in disgust at the irritating and repetitive sound that hit my eardrums, giving me a headache.

Where the hell was I anyway?!

"Come on, Marjorie, push yourself a little, react."

I felt like Dori in Finding Nemo, a movie I watched with Melissa several times when she was a little girl.

Everything was dark and a voice, which the little fish called conscience, gave her advice.

In fact, it was just Marlin, the clown fish looking for his lost son.

Only at that moment I could make out that voice and it was not a drawing; that unique tone belonged to my sister.

Cheryl was asking me to come back, react.

It didn't cost anything to force the bar, I wanted to see it.

"You need to open your eyes, Marjorie, please. I don't think I ever wanted to see you awake so much."

Her voice was weak, sad, tired. How long had I been there? The lack of light bothered me a lot, and at that moment, I just wanted some lighting.

It's not usually that difficult in the movies, is it?

When the guy is desperate because the girl doesn't wake up, or vice versa, it doesn't take more than five seconds for one of them to open their eyes and they live happily ever after.

Except it was in the fucking real world and here, in the damn dark, things are not simple. I decided to concentrate, stop a second and focus on my main goal.

"Okay, four eyes, let's try to wake up", Iurged myself to start gathering all and any kind of hope that I still had to leave.

Breathe through your nose, release through your mouth at long, calm intervals.

It was tremendous nonsense, but it helped the body to relax.
One .. Two .. Three. Why was it so hard?! Why?! What a rage, I want to leave now! Fuck.

"Marjorie!"

It was a cry, I could tell. I was also able to see a strong white light high above the ceiling.

I blinked a few times to focus, but remembered I was without glasses.

I needed them, but I knew they weren't necessary for me to know that the figure standing by my bed was none other than Cheryl.

She held my hand tightly and squeezed, saying nothing, perhaps because of the apparent happiness of seeing me at least with her eyes open.

The voice, as much as I was awake, still seemed distant and unclear.