Iggy: Skits, it's 2:30, go to bed!
Me: I will! Let me post this!
Alright people, this is it. This is what you've been waiting for, what you talked me into. HERE IT IS!
Iggy: An Author's Note?
Me: -facepalm- Shut up.
Alright, anyway, you all convinced me to do it. I did. Here it is. Posted. For you. To read.
Without further ado, I present:
OUIJA BOARD 3: REBORN!
"Goodbye, Iggy..."
Max's words kept crossing my mind, bouncing around in my head, hitting the sides of my brain. They were the only things I could really think about, other than the fact that this was it.
This was the end of the line.
I was about to croak, kick the bucket, cease to exist. I was about to take a nice long dirt nap, meet my maker. I was going to cross the River Styx, pay Charon's fare, wander the Elysian Fields. I was...
Well, you get the point, right?
I was going to die, my time on God's great Earth was almost up.
Have you ever thought about what would go through your mind during your final moments?
Neither have I.
But I was surprised when I realized I wasn't scared, or worried, or anything like that. You'd always think you'd be terrified when you're facing your death; that you'd flip out. I don't know about other people, but I was actually...looking forward to it.
Don't get me wrong, I did not want to die yet, but when I realized I was going to, I accepted it, I wanted it.
Ella told me, during one of our late night Halloween talks, that in the Afterlife, there's nothing wrong with you. She told me that she had never felt better than she did after she died. She had a bad knee before she died, it was a soccer injury. She told me that her knee is fine now. She said that she felt like she'd been reborn.
That's how other people describe death sometimes, being reborn. I was about to be reborn.
That would mean getting my sight back. Being able to see again. Being able to finally see the most beautiful girl in the world. My Ella.
She told me another interesting fact.
She said that after you die, you go back to the happiest age of your life. She's still the same age she was when she died, she said that was the best year of her life, 'cause she was with me.
I knew I'd be fifteen again.
I bet you're wondering what happened, aren't you? I'll be a nice guy and tell you then.
Eleven years after Ella and Dr. M died, we were all still living in that same house. Together. Max, Fang and I worked, the other kids just stayed home, and we had it pretty good.
Max, Fang and I just happened to all be in the living room; Max and Fang were on the love seat, talking about baby names(They got married a couple months ago, now Max is expecting)while I was sprawled out on the sofa listening to the TV. The other three were at the library.
It was totally quiet except for the voices from the TV and Max and Fang's quiet whispers.
Then the sound of shattering glass filled my ears and I shot to my feet. I know this sounds cliche, but after that it was all a blur. I remember a piercing pain in my side that sent me to the floor. I tore the knife out of my side and jumped on my attacker. I got a good punch, but then he threw me across the room. I slammed into the wall, the air leaving my lungs with a loud oof!. After that...well, I really don't remember. I just laid there on the ground, blood slowly pooling around me.
After a while I heard someone's voice.
"Iggy?"
Max. She repeated my name, trying to shake me.
"Iggy? Are you okay?" She asked, worry coated her voice. I let out a low groan to let her know I was conscious. Her soft hand grabbed mine and I heard her try to muffle her cries. She muttered a question to Fang that I couldn't hear, but I clearly heard Fang's response.
"Max...he's lost a lot of blood." He said slowly. "I...I don't think he will." His voice broke on the last word.
Insert more muffled cries here.
"Iggy..." Max murmured in my ear. "Iggy if you can hear me squeeze my hand."
It took effort, but I gave her hand a slight squeeze. She let out a breath.
"Iggy...God, no...why?" Her warm tears landed on my cheek. "Why now? Why?" She cried, throwing her arms around me. I brought one of my arms to her waist in an attempt to hug her back and comfort her.
Max and Fang talked to me for a few minutes, telling me they'd miss me, telling me how much they loved me and all the stuff you'd tell your brother if he was dying in front of you. Max was a wreck, I could tell.
I felt her lips(at least I hope they were her lips, 'cause if they were Fang's...no, just no.)press against my cheek before she leaned to my ear and muttered her last words to me.
"Goodbye, Iggy..."
I felt like a jerk for just laying there, giving no response. You know how famous last words are either something totally stupid or really good words of wisdom? Mine were neither. My last words, well it wasn't even words. It was a word. A word that I tried to fill with every emotion I was feeling, every memory I had from my life with them, every ounce of love I had for them.
Just one simple 'goodbye', that was all I could muster. I hoped they'd catch everything I was trying to put into that one word. I have never said a word loaded with more emotion in my life.
And then...my life didn't flash before my eyes, but it did flash before my ears. I heard things, memories, from the time I was still in the cages at The School to my time with Ella, my midnight talks with her ghost. I heard the late-night talks I'd had with Max and Fang back at The School, I heard the sound of Erasers chasing me, the sound of the wind as I flew through it at top speed. The sound of the ocean. The sound of Max's voice...and Fang's...Nudge's, Angel's, Gazzy's.
All in one second, these sounds filled my ears, and then I saw it.
The mystical white light they always talk about. It was right in front of me, it was like looking the sun, but it didn't hurt. I willed myself towards it, I let it engulf me, let it overcome me and suck me in. I let it flood through me, fill me with warmth, love...
I let it take me into the beyond. Into the great beyond. Into the Afterlife, with my one love, Ella Martinez.
I squeezed my eyes shut, it felt like I was floating, flying. Then that feeling stopped. I opened my eyes and looked around. I could see. I could actually see! My eyes worked perfectly! I took in the city-scape in front of me. Towering buildings, gold paved roads, just like they said it'd look like.
I was in heaven.
Yeah, this is actually a re-write.
I lost the original copy. So...yeah...
I wrote this whilst really tired, aka for the last hour.
The first copy I wrote was...well, had ME crying. This one sure did tug at some heartstrings, but not as much as the other. I didn't...totally cry. I kinda did, but not as bad as the first time.
Iggy: I'm dead? Gee thanks.
Me: Heh. Yeah, please no flames. You don't like it, don't read it. Iggy had to die for this story to be possible.
Iggy: Y'know, this is actually pretty good for something you whipped up in an hour.
Me: Thanks Iggy. Well, what do you all think? Good? Bad?
Tell me in a review! If you don't like it, tell me why! And tell me why you do like it!
Y'know, just, feedback here, please?
Iggy: Uh, I have a question.
Me: Yeah?
Iggy: ...where'd you get all the descrip. on the 'white light' portion?
Me: My dad. Yeah, my dad has seen the light before. He's actually died...4 times I think. He told me what it was like for him when he saw the light, and that was basically what he said. But he never actually went to it. Just said it was bright and warm.
Iggy: That's...kinda cool and creepy.
Me: Yeah. Let's just post this so I can sleep. -yawn- I ish tired.
OH! And by the way, me and my friend might be trying to do Vera's little 24 in 24 thing. Watch for that if you want.
Alright now, byesicles! :D
R&R? Pleeease?
