There are so many theories of what happens when you die. But, like everything else remotely interesting on this Earth, there's no proof. Of course, there're people who 'come back from the dead' with stories about heaven and all that stuff. But they have no proof that they weren't high on LSD, so screw that.
The thing is that I don't like thinking about this kind of stuff. If God really does exist, and if he dislikes me, then I'm going to 'burn in hell' for eternity. Question: If God is so 'forgiving' and 'kind', why does he send people to hell if they made some mistakes? And what about the homosexuals? I'm not exactly bisexual, but I've had girl crushes before. Does that make me a sinner?
Sorry. I'm rambling. I do that a lot when I'm nervous, see. But this isn't God's story. This is mine.
As you're all aware of (unless you live under a rock), we have those religious fanatics that have the whole boundary thing. Heaven, hell. Good, bad. Crazy, sane. That sort of thing. Then there're the atheists and science-geeks. The ones that insist that nothing happens to you. That you die, and worms and bugs eat your body, which, naturally, brings about pleasant mental images.
And then there's me, the people too scared to make assumptions. Too scared to know about all the mistakes you can make. One mistake and BLAM! You could be burning for eternity. I hate to admit it, but that's what scares me the most: The future.
The sad thing is that you never know. That you're going to die, I mean. You don't wake up with a bad feeling in your stomach. You don't feel dizzy. And despite what some movies may tell you, you never notice some random dude in a trench coat staring at you across your school or college or cardboard box or whatever. You never know. And when you do die, it's over faster than you can imagine. One second and your grasp on life just disappears, leaving nothing but...emptiness. Emptiness. Empty, empty, empty. Like a pot. Of...nothing.
I'm bad with metaphors.
The thing is that, when I died, none of this happened. I didn't wake up feeling sick. I didn't go to hell (thank God). Now that I think about it, I didn't even see my life flash before my eyes, like they say you do. Which is good. The last thing I need is to relive the time I tripped and tumbled into a huge garbage can (cute boys were watching, of course).
But something did happen. Something...well, I don't know. Extraordinary? Magical? Crazy? Take your pick. I honestly couldn't care less.
I ended up somewhere...different. A place I'd never expected. Screw fiction, this is real. I'm not joking. Therefore, you cannot ship me off to the nuthouse. I have proof...sort of. I just wish someone could have prepared me for this. I'm not the type of person who can go around, surviving anything. I barely survived it when Brian Davis told me that he thought we should both start seeing other people. I'm girly, I know. But who cares? At least I have fashion sense! Instead of walking around in those ugly stained T shirts and jeans everyone else wears. At least I-
Okay. More rambling. I apologize.
My point is that...life can end quickly. You may think you have all the time in the world but you don't. You never do. One bullet, one stab, one wrong fall and you're gone. Life is fragile. Too fragile. It's like a glass, waiting to fall and shatter.
And the thing is that you never know when it will break. Or if you can pick up the pieces.
My name is Tally Kingston. I'm fifteen years old.
And this is my story.
For those of you that read Pros and Woes, I'm incredibly sorry I had to take it down. This story is not only dedicated to all of you, but for my beautiful, lovely sister. I love you, Sahnia, and, together, we shall win this thing called life. I will always be there for you. I love you.
Despite the new title, characters and some plot changes, this story will be very much similar with Pros and Woes. This story, however, is titled 'Blow Me Away But Keep Me Close'. Why? I'll explain later on in the story (Ahem...much later on, actually.). I really hoped you guys liked this so far, despite the fact that it's just a prologue.
Tally is based on me, for personal purposes I'd rather not mention right now. She is one of those girly girls. The kind that can apply makeup flawlessly and recite quotes from famous rom-coms. I wanted to put in one of those girls that you can't imagine falling into Amestris. Not the typical anime-fan-that-couldn't-care-less-if-she-was-wearing-a-sweater-soaked-in-ketchup. She will be a bit snobby, though. Meh...
And according to scientific research, if you review this story, you will be saving baby penguins. :)