Prologue
Don't think this was a snap decision. I mean, sure, today really sucked, but I'm not just killing myself because my boyfriend cheated on me, dumped me, then cheated OFF me and managed to get me kicked out of uni. It wasn't even the final straw when I got home to find my father passed out drunk on the couch with the door open and my dog run over in front of the house. Wow, now that that's all on paper maybe I do have enough to justify this to you. I only wish I had some money to leave you, whoever you are, to pay for your therapy.
I mean, you don't think this is crazy, right? YOU think there's something better waiting after all this, right? Maybe grassy fields and peaceful waterfalls and torture chambers filled with mannequins that look like the ex that ruined your life to play with. That was dark. I'm sorry. I'm in a dark place right now. I shouldn't be, right? I mean, if you're reading this, it means I'm in a better place, right?
Anyways, thanks for reading, Random Finder of My Body. Cheer up; both our days can only get better from here!
Have a good life,
Mara Somerset
P.S. I hope you find me before my corpse gets all bloated and smelly and gross. If not, I'm sorry.
Everything is dark, yet I feel motion. I wonder what I'm moving towards, and I hope it isn't too creepy. Or boring. I can sense other things moving beside me, and wonder again at how creepy the afterlife will be. Just as I begin to wonder if this dark, cluttered, drifting space is all there is to the afterlife, light filters in from . . . somewhere. It's impossible to tell, but the deep black has become a vague grey. Forms around me become clearer and I begin to make out . . . oh, no. I scream, but hear no sound. Black, twisted forms float all around me, some looking like a parody of what may be human, other unrecognizable, horned and scaled and terrifying.
Light glows behind the creature on my left and I let out another silent scream as it reaches for me with a clawed hand that looks like it's made of blue plasma. Empty eye sockets glow with ethereal light. "I . . . will not go . . ." a resonating voice gasped from all around me. The monstrosity tightened its grip on my arm and I could only assume it was the one that had spoken. As I drifted, struggling, through empty space, I noted the unexpected source of light. It also seemed to be the offending object that had set the creature holding me into its terrified rage. A small, thin hand made entirely of pure light reached for my blue captor, an impossibly long arm reaching up and away into a small pool of light an impossible distance above us. Desperate, I wanted anything this unearthly beast feared on my side, and impulsively reached for the hand. The appendage flailed around for a victim as I spun the demon away, trying to get closer . . . The hand jerked unexpectedly as my fingers brushed it. It froze for a split second, then, as if giving up and deciding, "good enough", crackling, numbing fingers closed firmly over my wrist and I felt myself being jerked upward.
Light. The only word that will come to my mind, because there is just so much of it. I blink rapidly and the blinding blur above me solidifies into a green canopy of trees wafting their branches lazily below a bright noonday sun.
A high, feminine voice scoffs irritably above me, "You're not a voidwalker!"