AN: I decided to abandon my other story, so I'm really sorry to those who were actually enjoying it. I find it easier, as well as more enjoyable to write from scratch and create my own plot, rather than try to rewrite someone else's. Once again I'm super sorry guys, I hope you can forgive me xx. Also, I know this is a short chapter but I needed to write it otherwise I would have procrastinated. This is kinda just a prologue anyways. Stay cool - Grace
I feel a thread tugging me again, but this time I know that it isn't some sinister force dragging me toward death. This time I know it's my mother's hand, drawing me into her arms. And I go gladly into her embrace.
Instead of feeling my mother's warm arms around me, I feel cold, and heavy. I step back from the embrace, trying to identify what caused the change. I freeze. My mother isn't there. Nothing is there. And it's dark. No, dark means there is still light there, light coming. This isn't dark. This is black, like all the light has been sucked from the world. This is nothing. This is death.
People have always said there was something waiting for you after you die, a great "other" side. I'm feeling frantic, searching for that something. For anything. But realisation hits me - I do not exist anymore, the world does not exist. I move my arms unconsciously to wipe my hands on my legs, or at least I try to. I don't have arms, or legs. I don't have a body.
I think, trying to remember what my hands look like, try to imagine what my body feels like. But I can't. Something inside me snaps, and questions whirl around and around my mind. Who am I? What am I? Where am I? They circle my head until they don't anymore, until I can no longer think. I do not exist, yet I do. Is this what being dead is like, an eternal nothing?