DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT MY OC!
Erica's POV
I sat there, staring blankly at my computer screen. I absolutely hated writer's block, and had absolutely no inspiration whatsoever. I needed something interesting to write about. My trip to my mum's place, an action packed story! At least something people would enjoy. And if I didn't, my fans (about fourteen) would dismiss me and find someone new and more creative than I.
I started off at my computer. Writing whatever came to mind. Still, it didn't work. Finally, my boredom and stress seemed to press down on me. I nearly slammed my laptop shut, jolted out of my chair, sending it skidding and falling to the floor, and grabbing my jacket. Swiftly, I pulled it over my shoulders and opened the door to the hallway of my flat floor.
There, I quickly ran down the stairs and slowed down at the door, opening it, and taking a walk. Maybe some fresh air and some nice relaxation in the grass will inspire me. I might even write about cures to writer's block. Would make sense. My fans would understand my lateness!
I froze at the sound of the deafeningly loud sound of screeching tires, freezing in my place. The car hit, and I was on the ground within moments, neck broken, nose bleeding, dead. I barely registered the distant sound of meowing and rushing feet to my left and right, before I floated away into the nothingness of death...
Or so I thought. Instead, I was flying through all of memories, from my childhood, to my death. My death the most vivid memory. I was walking across the street, making careful precautions like looking at the crossing sign. I was supposed to go and the cars were supposed to stop. But no, this particular cab driver decided he was too busy talking furiously on the phone to notice the twenty-one year old woman walking across the street. Suddenly, I notice him and freeze in fear and he slams on his brakes. But he was minutes late. Within seconds, I was on the ground, bleeding in pain, while I floated away from this world.
As I floated, I continued to think on and on about my life. About my family. About my mum, who was already sick with cancer in the hospital, losing her seconds. Without family. And here I was, guilt flooding me. Finally, I thought to say, "No." into the darkness, and repeat it over and over again, until I was screaming it and my voice was raw.
That's when I felt like I was falling. Fast. So fast, there wasn't time to recognize the sky, the wind, and the clouds, as I landed on the hard ground. I expected pain, shock, something. Instead, I felt calm and rolled onto my back. Surrounding me, was an entire group of shiny clouds in the middle of a flowery meadow. One of the cats started meowing to me, and I look downed to it, uncomprehendingly. This cat was a tortoiseshell she-cat by the looks of it, and if I were a cat, I would think she was beautiful.
She seemed to give me a sympathetic look before I felt like laying down. I went along with the feeling and lay down, where the she-cat stepped onto my chest and looked at me deeply through the eyes. Suddenly, she jumped off of me. I started hearing my bones pop, hear them shifting and moving, and feel my organs changing. And surprisingly, it didn't hurt. Instead, I felt a cool calm and rolled on my side, where I promptly fell asleep.