Ever wonder why people say you'll see a bright light like in a tunnel when you die? Well, I can tell you it is a lie.
How do I know of this you ask? Well, to put it bluntly…
I am dead.
My name, well what used to be my name was Terry Andrews, and no I'm not a boy, I'm a girl. Now what was I going to talk about…oh yes, about the bright light you're supposed to see when you supposedly die is a lie, or I have yet to be proven it exists for I'm damn positive I've been here for at least 2 hours now and I'm still sitting, or floating as they would say, in a dark space.
Now let me emphasize dark space for you.
Dark, vast, silent, and creepy as hell! You hear your own thought echoing to you back and forth off invisible walls. It also feels like you are being squished without actually being squashed and you feel as if you need air but you can't breathe, though I'm already dead so why would I need air.
Now get this, I don't even know HOW I died. Yep, you heard me: I have no flippin' clue as to how I died. So...here's the big question, HOW do I know I'm dead, well I can't really say, but I'm pretty sure if I can see through my body, which seemed to glow a ghostly blue, I'd say I'm ether a ghost or a spirit stuck in limbo...
I do remember my life and all my friends and family before my death but why can't I remember how I died when I was visiting some friends that agreed to meet under the C.N. Tower is a mystery in itself. But I need to know how I died!
Your probably wondering why in the world would one want to remember their death especially if they were murdered or died in the most dumbest way possible.
Well, I would like to know because:
1. I want to know who saw my death.
2. I want to curse who ever might have caused my death.
3. Or to see if I just dropped dead from some stupid reason.
Ah well, not much I can do now but talk to myself and wait in this dark limbo...though I'd rather read a manga right about now. Oh wait, now that I'm dead...I'll never read or draw again...
NOOOoooooooooo!
I was about to start crying when the pressure in my space changed almost violently.
Startling blue flames filled the space, taking away every bit of the smothering black. As I watched the beautiful fire I noticed a black mist that swirled and coiled like a serpent. I also heard the distinct noise of flapping wings and rustling feathers through the deafening roar of the flames.
~No more sitting in this darkness. No more shall I wait for the light to reach this dark space. No more sitting and waiting to rise. I'll use thee as thy vessel, you who died by the lining of the planets and moons, you are the only one to die on the clocks hand, now my vessel be engulfed in my flames and be reborn! ~
Now I knew how it felt to be burned alive. Not pleasant.
Agonizing pain shot through me. The pain continued to lash out on my body leaving my skin as black as the space we were in. Little did I know my existence in my world was being burned away, which was why the pain was so great.
I felt myself start to lose consciousness as the pain began to slowly fade away.
The voice echoed in my mind as I finally lost consciousness
~Yes, turn to ash my vessel. You may have lost your existence in your last world but a new one awaits you, but I let your memories stay for your vast knowledge is key to my plans, soon you and I will be reborn, and no more shall I wait, no more shall I watch, now I shall fly and set a flame to what I should have so long ago…. ~