Story:
Drabble story. Death was only the beginning, being trapped between heaven and hell is a whole other story. OCx?
Authors note:
My other story isn't dead, just on a moment of hiatus. still— I would like to keep going with writing, and a drabble story kinda lets you write with out a huge back story. anyways enjoy this one. Its going to be a bit of a weird one.
Right now I'm not sure if it should be a Light Yagami or an L story?
Beyond the Looking Glass
Chapter 1: The dead Zone
It certainly was a wrong place at the wrong time that day. If being shot in the middle of crossfire was enough, I knew the hospital bill was going to cost me an arm and a leg.
"No, I don't have insurance, just let me take a taxi!"
No taxi would accept the condition I was in, and I was forced against my will into an ambulance. At that point I knew: ok hospital bill already has three zeros— That's about two pay-checks. Plus the painkillers they're administering.. Add another one hundred or so dollars to the blender of things I'll need to pay for.
Then it was the surgery, at this point I wondered what my tears were geared on? The insane debt I was raking up at every waking moment, or the pain of actually being shot on my right side, just beneath my collar bone. Then waking up after the surgery did I realize that my lack of insurance didn't seem to matter to the doctors. It seemed my voiced requests fell of deaf ears and found I was in a private room.
Shit! Things were not working out well at all
Why couldn't they just let me take a taxi or better yet let me bleed to death? I think when this is all over— I'll google how to perform self surgeries in case this EVER happens again.
Well three days came and went, and I was still bed ridden. What I thought would be a quick recovery turned into a spiralling nightmare— but I suppose maybe just the beginning of one. But pushing that negative thought aside with another negative, the wound was infected, at least that was my initial thought. It hurt like crazy— yes. But I was sore in the veins around my IV, and it was an awful burning sensation. It hurt more than the wound at times, and when I did contact the nurses. They would readjust the bag making the fluid flow slightly faster. At that point I just kept my mouth shut and hoped I'd recover soon.
Another two days I had kidney failure, and another four days after that... I guess the hospital bill was no longer my problem since it was at that moment I died.
Ok, so rule one of the after life. This ones a biggie.
DO NOT trust the dead.
When I woke up in this hospital bed the next day, I woke up dead, I know it sounds stupid... But this is the only way I can describe it. Unfortunately I must of slept right through the chance of passing on, because the whole room was a mess. The wallpaper was in tatters; the sky was black; Windows were broken; the bed I laid on looked like it was covered in a yellow fungus (something you see in those photographs of furniture in sunken ships) beside me was a woman balling her eyes out, her hair a mess. Immediately I regretted my attempt to provide her with a little bit of comfort, as yes I learned... Don't trust the dead. You can sympathize with them but don't trust them at all!
Though despite the situation, there's advantages. Being dead you don't bruise and you don't get tired. The disadvantage I had though, being chased by another entity meant they wouldn't get tired either. Not to mention they had a lot more going for them, while I accidentally ran into things, this this could pass right through them. Why this was? I am not about to ask, the best hope I had was to lose this thing or run for the rest of eternity.
I stumbled once or twice when I dodged a wheelchair or a gurney that took up the full hallway. (Whoever thought it was a good Idea to wheel a bed out at that moment had a death wish.)
One more full turn of another corner, and I did a full ninety degree sharp turn into a nearby open room. The turn so sharp-edged I flew into the nearby cart that was parked in the doorway. I clasped my mouth as I hoped she didn't hear that, but it was so loud I was dumbfounded that she just swivelled on by without even noticing. I fell backwards onto the yellow, broken tiled floor letting out a loud sigh of relief.
"Wow... The spirit world sucks!"
"It's not so bad." The sudden voice behind me made me jump out of my skin. I didn't realize the room had been occupied by a very pale and unusual looking man. With those dark circles beneath his eyelids— I swear he came out of the old horror flick.. What was it- oh yes! Night of Living Dead!
AN: this is a start, next one will be fun to write let me know your thoughts! :)