I do not own Twilight
It was a normal day - wasn't it always? - when I died.
I died.
God, I fucking died and now I'm stuck in this nothingness.
I remember what happened too. Very vividly, unfortunately. I was headed to class and this dumb-ass semi-truck driver barreled over my car. Like, really dude I knew you needed to get over but I was blocked in. I couldn't move over and I couldn't speed up as I was already on the poor guy in front of me's ass. AND NOW LOOK WHERE I AM NOW BECAUSE OF IT!
I hate truck drivers.
At the very least, I guess I don't have to work on my embedded systems project.
*sigh* I miss my fiancé. I really hope he is doing okay; but like I said, here we are.
Currently it's a quiet nothingness. I can't tell you if I'm floating or not. I can't hear anything. I can't see anything. I can't taste or smell or feel anything. It's very uncomfortable actually and it is definitely a strange feeling. I can't even properly describe it and you can't even imagine what it is like until you have experienced it yourself. I have no idea how long I have been like this, either. It could've been a minute, it could've been years and I wouldn't be able to tell you though I'd pretty much believe whatever time reference gets told to me because I honestly wouldn't know any different.
I'm getting off track.
I thought death was supposed to be pearly-white gates or fire and pain. Though one could argue that this could potentially be torturous to someone who lived a shit life. Only stuck with your own thoughts for eternity. Or perhaps I have to wait my turn for them to deal with my soul? I guess a good debate for that could be put up, that this is purgatory: A nice waiting room for souls until they can check you in wherever you're supposed to go.
Wait. I think I saw...
Nah, I couldn't've seen...
Right there. It was like a...pulse? A throb? But I could see it. Sort of like when you rub your eyes when they are closed you "see" where your fingers are.
And I getting sprung out of here?!
I freaking hope so, it's boring as crud!
I think I hear murmurs? It's like the dull roar of a huge lunch room.
I swear if I am getting reborn, I am punching someone in the next afterlife set! I had plans of waiting on my man and playing catch-up with family! Not reliving the tutorial of life!
Well, at least colors are starting to come back.
All of a sudden, it felt like a freaking head-rush and like I had been slammed into concrete and all of my senses turned back on to high gear.
Everything was super sensitive but it felt like I had finger and toes.
I'm slowly moving up in the world.
I try to open my eyes but it doesn't seem like it changed anything. I try moving and it is like moving through water.
But can feel something. Grass?
I try opening my eyes again and oh boy was that a mistake. It is wayyyyyyy too bright bro. Way to bright. Someone needs to turn the sun down.
I groaned. Hey I can speak.
"T...T...Testing" Moving my mouth is actually really hard. It felt like it was filled with cotton. If you've ever had had your mouth numbed up and tried to speak while it was, it's like that. "Test. Ing." I breathe out. "Testing. Testing. One. Two. Three." Better, but it sounds a bit weird.
I don't think my ears are properly synced up quite yet.
I laid there for a minute and then tried opening my eyes again. Slowly this time.
Still a bit bright but I think I can manage better this time.
I see a really tall trees with their canopies high in the sky.
I slowly sit up, and test things out. Arms are moving okay, so are the feet. I got clothes on.
I don't see a road so it is safe to assume that I am not near where I died.
I stand up. I'm not dizzy, which is good. But I feel more powerful? Like I am in better shape than when I died.
I pull up my pants leg and go into relave. I can see all my muscles in my leg so it looks like I have my dancer body. I do a quick leap.
Yup. Definitely a dancer body. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was put back into my high school freshman body from 8 years ago. I quickly check my shoulder to see if I could see the tip of a tattoo and there was none. So this definitely can't be the body I died in.
I look down for a better look at my clothes. I don't recognize them as mine. I don't own hiking boots like this, the jeans are of high quality, but not designer, the long johns are actual flannel, and I'm wearing a long sleeve shirt. I hate long sleeve shirts. The jacket is nice, but again, not one of mine. I have a metal thermos clipped to my jeans. I check it and it is empty but it is all stainless steel. I check the pockets and find $300 in cash, a knife, and a hatchet hanging in a belt loop. The knife it decent quality; looks to be good for both skinning wood carving.
I look around again and it is forest everywhere. So the ding-dongs running the afterlife has shoved me in a forest with some money, a knife, a thermos, and were nice enough to provide me clothes. I'm not one hundred percent sure what this is. Is it some sort of test? Is this where everyone ends up? Plopped someone and then sent to fend for themselves? Will I not age or something? Or will I just not be able to die again?
Hmmmmmm. I take the knife and gently press the blade into my forearm. I feel it and it did give a little cut that is bleeding. So I guess I will play by the living world rules until I know otherwise.
Wind started to form and it felt a bit nippy. It didn't feel cold until the air started moving around me. I know I can't just stay here so I decide to start walking. I pick a direction and I walk.
I hear what sounds like birds so there must be some animals here. If I'm playing by the living world rules, then I need to watch for bears, bob cats or mountain lions (since I don't know what forest I am in), and coyotes. It looks like a North American forest so for now I will treat it as such. It doesn't feel like my mountains, they feel too new. The forest doesn't seem worn enough to be my mountains. They stretch up high but they look jagged instead of worn. They reach past the clouds whereas my mountain's tops just brushed into the clouds to create the smoky effect they are known for.
I walk for about 3 hours or so before I hear what sounds like water. I am getting a bit thirsty and hungry so I head towards the sound. Along the way I see some mountain sorrel. I go grab some leaves and shove them in my pocket. Too bad I don't have any sugar. I continue down the mountain side until I see the stream. It was extremely clear and even had some watercress and cattails there. I munch on some of the water cress, and fill my thermos with water from the small fall. I look at my reflection and a very young me looks back. I look like me from middle school. My face doesn't have acne and I look like a young teen instead of a young woman. But enough about this, it is starting to get dark.
I need a fire going. And I need enough firewood to keep it going all night. It is going to get cold. I do not have a nice pack with a tent and a sleeping bag or even a freaking hammock. I don't even have a nice Ferro rod. I go and start collecting dead branches and start making a pile near the water. I grab my knife and use it to hack off some low hanging branches. Once I have ten long branches of at least 3 inches in diameter, I start cleaning them up of leaves and twigs. Next to the clearing is a 5 foot rock face. My plan is to stack the firewood near there and have the fire a few feet from that so the heat can reflect back to me during the night. I cut the branches into 2ft chunks and stack them up. From the way the light is, I figure I have about an hour of day light left. I work, faster. I clear the area of leaves and grab stones near the stream. I make a circle with the rocks. I don't have time to dig into the ground a bit to make sure tree roots aren't underneath, but it will have to be fine for now. I pull some bark off of one of the logs and cut it up. I make a fine set of slivers. I then grab 2 sticks and whittle a rounded nub on one and make a notch in the other to act as a starter.
This had better work.
I quickly run my hands back and forth down the stick multiple times like I am trying to burrow a hole into the other stick with the one in my hand while the sit on my bed of wood shavings. I grind it as fast as I can for about 15 min until I see a steady line of smoke coming up. I gently blow and see some embers flaring red. Just barely there. I add a small amount of wood shaving on top and gently blow again. It takes a minute but soon enough I have the wood shaving glowing red too. It hasn't flamed up yet, but we are slowly getting to a fire. I make some more wood shaving and add those. A few minutes later and the bark it is on starts to catch. I put it in my makeshift fire pit and I add some dead leaves. I slowly work it up until it is time to add my logs. I stack them in a teepee and then put the now fire-y bundle inside. I wait for that to catch, and work quickly to make a lean-to and a bed made out of pine branches.
Once I finish, I look to see if there are fish I in the river. Not worth it for the night. So I grab some more water cress instead. I eat on that while I build up the fire. Once it is going steady, it is extremely dark out. The sun has set. I grab my sorrel leaves from earlier and slice them up. I put them in my thermos and start boiling the water. I go pull up some of the cattails I saw earlier and throw them on the fire to roast. Once my drink cools, the cattails are ready to chew on as well.
Now if only I had my family with me, it would feel like a typical vacation. Sleeping in the open air with a large bonfire built up. Eating on our catches for the day and getting squared away to go hunting in the morning. But by myself, it is going to be a long night.
I lay down on my shit bed for the night. The ground is cold, but the pine branches help insulate and the fire is starting to warm up the cushion of air between it and the cliff. I doze throughout the night and when it gets chilly, I get up and add more logs to the fire. The first night was one of the longest nights I have ever known. It was cold. It was damp. A snake decided to curl up next to me.
Unfortunately for me, it would be a long time until I would get out of the woods.
