Death did not come in the way she expected.
There was no tunnel or bright light.
She did not see her life flash before her eyes.
Her death was painful, bloody, and hysterical.
One moment she was fighting for her life, bleeding out onto cheap hardwood floors, ears filled with screams and the roar of a fading heartbeat. Then she was standing above her own corpse watching her pointer finger twitch through the last movements that her body would ever make.
She watched them destroy her bedroom.
'It was a robbery', they said. The police would think that someone broke in.
They were so quick to abandon her body; a mangled and bloody mass that could never resemble the person she used to be.
"My child."
Darkness.
Coldness.
Everything became black. No longer was she in her apartment; she didn't know where she was. She didn't know who or what she was anymore.
Was this limbo?
Was her soul on its way to hell?
"My child."
She wanted to respond to the voice but she didn't know if that was possible.
"I will help you. I will take you from this world and give you a new life."
But, why?
How?
"You are faithful to our secrets. You lived with a discretion that I've come to admire. Yes, I've been watching you and it is time to collect your reward."
Who are you?
"You may call me, Juno. And from this moment you will be known as Salma. It means peace and righteousness. Go now and do what you were made to do. Protect what you were meant to protect. I will be watching."
The beginning is short; I know. But have no fear. This is just a prologue.
I really hope you'll come back for the next chapter.
Let me know if you have any questions. I'm just an email away.
~Mcksaysha