Chapter I:
White Hot Wishes
I died. A very morbid way to start a story, but that was really the only thing I could remember. Well, that and the giant forty-ton eighteen-wheeler headed my way. Oh, and the feeling of every bone in my body turning into dust. And the sound and feeling of my organs going splat against the radiator. Yeah. It actually lasted longer than you might think. Things tend to slow waaay down when you're about to die, or in my case when you're in the middle of dying. And you know what? That wasn't even the worst part. Not that it didn't suck. It still hurt like hell.
Care to guess how old I was when I died? Here's a hint: I just graduated from my sixth year in college. Times up! Although time is a vague concept when reading words on a piece of paper or on a screen. The answer is twenty-four. That's right folks, I died at the age of twenty plus four. You're probably wondering why it sucked to die during that time. Let's paint you a picture then. Never had any friends, didn't have any outstanding achievements, didn't have a job, and certainly didn't have a girlfriend… In other words, I had no life.
Get the idea? Good. Now let's talk about floating around Purgatory. At least that's the closest name I could come up with. It couldn't have been Hell, seeing how peaceful it was. I always depicted it to be some fiery landscape with lava and tortured souls all over. Heaven was supposed to be some kind of glorious utopia and this wasn't anything close to that, so it had to be Purgatory, the good ol' Void of Emptiness.
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I didn't feel hungry or tired. I just existed. It took me thirty minutes to recall what happened, three hours to process it, six hours to stop trying to scream, five hours to stop crying to myself, thirteen hours trying to get used to it, and thirty more minutes to recall what happened. After that, the cycle just repeated about a dozen more times before I got bored. Yes, I got bored of my own despair. Eventually, I went crazy, but I quickly became bored with that. The only thing I had left was bits and pieces of memories from when I was alive, but it was only a matter of time before I grew bored of that.
Lucky, the walls started trying to crush me first. If I had a body then, I probably would have pissed myself. With the sudden feeling of the space around me getting painfully small, I began to panic like I was about to die again. Definitely, don't want to do that again. That's when I saw a light in the distance. So now I had the option to stay put and get crushed, or go into the light and get crushed.
I decided to go with the second option seeing you only get one afterlife. And I had to move fast if I wanted to find out what that light was. The problem was that moving in Purgatory was like swimming through molasses with a car on your back. My movements were restricted, despite still only being a spirit, but the fear of finding out what would happen if my spectral body were to be crushed spired me on. Things got warmer and warmer the closer I got to the light, but I was moving too slow. My movements were too stiff. The surrounding pressure was starting to crush me. I didn't want that. I wanted to move faster. I can't let it end here.
As if responding to my will, the light spoke to me:
What is it that you wish for?
I didn't even need to think about what I wanted. I responded:
"I want to defy Death and live again,"
The light hovered close in an eerie way.
So be it.
My body was engulfed in white-hot flames. Really hot flames. What did I do? I screamed. My soul was burning away. I screamed like a little baby. And then, everything stopped. The fire, the screaming, the light, me. I could hear heavy breathing. I didn't quite understand what just happened. I decided to open my eyes, and the sight before me was shocking.
Yes. The first thing in color, and it was a bloody vagina.