Suicidal

And with that, I let go. I kicked the chair and it was faster than I thought. Almost a little too fast. I saw white. Everything was blurry, but then my eyes started to adjust so clearly, much like a camera would. I was standing in a white room. So white, and so bright, it looked almost impossibly white and beautiful. I saw somebody while my eyes were coming into focus. They started to walk towards me. "I'm dead. It's all over." I said, sounding almost relieved. I don't know why I said that, but I did. The person walking towards me spoke, but it didn't sound like they were in the room, it sounded like they were speaking in my head. "Ah," it spoke, "Now that is where you are wrong." "I'm not dead?" I asked, confused, "Then where am I?" "Let's call it a dream." the voice said, "A very realistic dream, indeed. Now, Lacey, I'm going to show you something very, very important. You need to listen to me as I show you, and you need to know that everything is real." I was hesistant. I was scared. If I'm not dead, where was I? Who was this person? But instead, I took one deep breath and asked, "What are you going to show me?" The person came into focus. It was myself. I was in front of me- I was talking to me. She simply smiled and said, "I'm going to show you what would happen if you commit suicide."