Forgiving is easy, forgetting is not."

Chills.

Since when was it so cold outside?

I didn't notice but my arms, they feel so cold.

I feel cold. So, so cold.

I wonder why. Maybe I should've put on a jacket.

But I didn't. And it's cold.

Standing at the edge on a bridge, leading to a huge river, I wondered; what is life after death?

Maybe it will be... warmer on the other side.

But for now I'm still cold.

My hair blew across my face and I wiped at it. The tears on my face felt like solid ice.

I closed my eyes. The journey ends here.

I leaned forward and fell.

The air enveloped me in its force as I hurtled towards the water. I laughed, an insane, crazy laugh.

I am insane.

When I hit the water, I first didn't register it at all; there was too much shock. Then I did, I suppose.

I began swimming further and further down, my lungs beginning to scream for air.

Keep going down, I thought. The pain will be over soon.

Keep.

Going.

Down.

Perhaps I should breathe.

No, you can't breath here.

What's the word then?

I can't think straight.

I think I should swallow water while attempting to breathe.

Yes, that's it.

I opened my mouth a heaved a breathe.

Nothing.

My mouth remained dry.

My eyes flew open. I choked, gasping for air now. Which was there.

Air.

I whirled around wildly, my actions sluggish with water. I was breathing underwater.

What a ridiculous statement. This isn't real. This can't be real. What is this?

Maybe... Maybe I'm dead? Is this death?

No, this isn't death-

Suddenly, water swirled around me, lifting me by all means. I shrieked, hitting the water, not taut it did any good. It proceeded to lift me and swirled around me before speeding away, me in it.

I screamed, a million thoughts going through my head.

Actually, no, one thought was going through my head repeated a million times, What the fuck what the fuck what the fuuuuuuck

The shock was too much for me" I jumped in here to die, not to be carried by weird water to some weird place. I fainted, slumping against the water, which amazingly held onto me like a solid.

Before I backed out, I could make out marble... gold? Towers? Turrets?

I didn't get the chance to find out if I was right or not, as darkness covered my vision.

What in the name of the Lord is life anymore?

I don't know where I'm leading this story.

The plot must be figured out first. And, um, review, I guess is all I can say?

Thanks for reading this weird garbage, have a nice day. (dives under rock)

~ Amy