Death was not as I imagined it to be.
We all have dreams and expectations about death. Personally, I wanted to be reborn with all my memories intact. I felt, however like the most plausible thing would be nothingness.
To simply stop thinking and feeling, since the brain which is our thoughts would stop working.
I feared it at first, until I accepted it. Of course, the fear was still there, but I didn't let it control my life, which I was glad for. I wanted to live life without regret, and I did.
Perhaps I died too early, at the age of sixteen. I wasn't even an adult, but from where I am now I can overlook that.
I found that instead of ceasing to be, I could still think. In the physical sense, I couldn't feel or see at all, so it was like sensory deprivation except for the fact that if I imagined a feeling, I would feel it.
It led me to believe that we did, in fact, have some kind of soul or spirit. Because I obviously didn't have a body anymore, but I still existed in some form.
How much time passed in that state I have no idea. I'm not sure it even matters anymore. It was long enough to come to terms with the situation, and I felt calm even if I probably shouldn't have been.
But the oddest thing wasn't dying and figuring out what happens after. No, it was meeting a God.
Or Kami, if you want to be exact.
—And befriending it.
Yes you heard right. I, a sixteen year old dead girl, managed to meet and befriend a japanese God.
Needless to say, things escalated, and I can't really call myself dead anymore.