Everything hurt.
He felt as though he were being stabbed over and over, like poison was eating his insides, like flames were attacking him. But there was nothing. Nothing could hurt him. He wasn't alive.
Come to think of it, was he even a he? He could have been a she, or a they. Well, what did it matter? He was dead, so it wasn't important anymore. Let's just call him a they.
They were in pain. They were experiencing agonizing pain. They didn't understand what they had done to deserve this.
Being dead did not feel correct.
The knives were stabbing them, and they couldn't scream out their pain. They just had to suffer through it, like a good human. Like a good person. But had they even been a good person? Maybe they had killed someone.. What did 'killed' mean? Why were they so confused and unaware of their own life?
The poison suddenly ripped a terrible, terrible scream from somewhere. It was from them, but they didn't even have a body, they didn't have a voice.
They wanted to save themselves.
They wanted the pain to stop.
But it never would. Never, never, never. It was eternal. They could not make it go away.
Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.
But then it did.
They could hear voices. They could hear their own heart beating.
But then the voices went quiet.
They opened their eyes. The first thing they saw was a girl. Auburn hair. Dark skin.
"Stay back, you don't know what you're dealing with."
Their voice sounded odd to them. They had not heard it before.
...Well, they probably had, but then, why were they alive again? They should have stayed dead, right?
Oh, and with the sound of their voice, they came to a conclusion. They were a male. They were a he. He was a he.