The End Of Her World
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Chapter 1 prologue
A flash of hot white light, a loud thunder clap; then blackness, silence. The world around her ceased to exist. She tried to move, but nothing worked. She couldn't feel her hands or arms. Her legs weren't there anymore either, at least she didn't think so. She couldn't feel anything, anywhere. And the blackness, worse than the darkest night she could remember. She tried to call out, but couldn't. She wanted to open her mouth and scream, yell, anything. But she only heard silence. She could feel a tingling sensation in her throat when she tried to scream, but heard nothing. The total absence of any sensory stimulation was killing her.
But wait a minute, maybe she was already dead. Or maybe she was about to die, and all this was a prelude to that next great adventure. But no, sometimes she could feel pain. Sometimes she could feel lightning bolts shoot through her head, and the pain would be intense for a few seconds; then the blackness and absolute silence would pervade her consciousness.
Sometimes she could sense the presence of someone near her, and she would feel a sudden dull pain somewhere on her body. Then slowly the blackness would return and quickly her senses would fail her again.
She couldn't tell how long she was there, wherever 'there' was. She had no perception of passing time. She couldn't tell if it has been a week, a month, or even just a few minutes. She could tell nothing. All she knew was total blackness and the eerie silence of the world around her.
Again she felt the presence of someone looking at her, watching her. She had felt this before. Was it yesterday, or just a few minutes ago? She didn't know. But now she felt a hand on her face. Or was she just imagining it. There it was again. She tried to move. She needed to move an arm, or her legs, or something that would tell her that she had an arm or legs. But nothing. Nothing moved. She couldn't move any part of her body, if she still had a body. Maybe her soul left her body, and she was dead. And her mind was now with her soul. Yes, that must be it she reasoned. But why had she died? She couldn't remember. She tried, but she just couldn't.
Then the blackness returned and her mind went blank.
