Dead for a Week

(WARNING: This book contains dark themes such as suicide, self hatred, depression and such)

"I'll cut a deal with you." She said as she walks right in front of me, looking me dead in the eye.

"And what may that be?" I say with a sassy tone, crossing my arms over my chest and tilting my head in question.

"Well, you have 3 options. One, is that this all can be permanent, you'll die and that's it. Two, you could go back, and continue on your path of life. Those are considered the 'normal' options."

"And the third?"

"You can be dead for one week. See how the after life works, how it effects your loved ones. At the end of the week you can choose life or death."

"What about my body?" I say looking over at my cold, lifeless body. An empty bottle of pills in hand.

"You won't actually be dead, it will be more like a simulation. A very realistic one at that! This will be like a version of your life flashing before your eyes, the time you spend in this simulation won't be the equivalent of real time."

I stand there in awe. A week, dead. My gears in my head spin, I try and weigh out my options, and it confuses me. This is what i've wanted for so long, but now I feel as if I regret it.

"Fine. I'll take you up on your deal."