So it's been 4 - almost 5 years since JT died? And I still can't get over it? Pathetic. Well, I go through these random phases where I am obsessed with JT and Liberty and right now I'm craving some Jiberty (sorry, but Jiberty is a fugly couple name lol). Whatever, I doubt anyone will read this because now Eli and Clare are the new "hubbub." Just in case you do read this, excuse the quality because frankly I wrote it in 10 minutes. I really need to stop posting stuff that I wrote in 10 minutes.
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Mortal. It sounds like a funny word if you say it a bunch of times. In fact, it doesn't really sound like, well, anything if you say it a bunch of times. But it is something; it is all of us.
Death came closer than I expected.
The cool, smooth blade rips through my off white shirt and pierces through my skin. I can feel the pain; the excruciating, mind-blowing pain. It is hard to imagine something worse than the feeling of being stabbed in the back. To be honest, I'd bet there are few things that are worse than having the sharp blade of a pocketknife unwelcomingly burst through your skin and enter the inside of your body. I know it sounds somewhat strange, but I actually feel the knife sting my heart. It pokes the beating organ and I feel the worst pain ever imagined. My heart is literally breaking. But the discomfort only lasts a few seconds. Now, I feel nothing.
My senses start to shut down. Where am I? I try to look around, yet everything starts to fade into an environment of white nothingness. What's happening to me? I try to remember, but the effort is just too much. I search my brain for answers, but my brain seems to be abandoning me as well. Somebody, please help…
Just as I suspect that my ears have failed me in addition, I can hear something. I hear a faint voice - a scream. Who's screaming? I open my eyes wider, searching through the whiteness. I feel hands cradling my body, rocking me back and forth. Suddenly through the white mist, I can faintly see her. Liberty!
It's her birthday today. She's crying hysterically. Why does she look so sad? I try to open up my mouth to tell her a joke so I can cheer her up - to be the JT she knows and loves. I can't even feel my mouth. Is it already open? I'm scared, Liberty. Please, just keep rocking me.
Now, Liberty isn't the only one here. I can see my baby boy; my Sam. I missed you, Sam. Suddenly, the setting changes and Liberty isn't rocking me anymore. The overwhelming white clouds have disappeared, only to be replaced with the clear air I have grown to know and love for all my years of existence. Instead of me, Liberty is rocking Sam. She just finished giving birth to him, and I just walked in the room. She looks pretty, and he looks absolutely beautiful. This isn't right; this already happened.
And that's when I figure it out: I'm dead.
And I'm in heaven.