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Death Then Nothingness.

Black.

Dark-pitched.

An endless abyss.

Silence.

Sound doesn't belong here.

Thoughts don't belong here.

But somehow, there are both.

Music's playing.

Sort of like a slow opera, but it's a sad tune, solemn.

A crying violin starts to 1decrescendo, and the other instruments quickly follow in pursuit.

If possible, it gets slower and the sound gets softer until there is none more.

"Kira!"

A voice suddenly rings in my mind.

"Yes, I am KIRA!"

It rings so clearly, several clashing church bells going off like an alarm.

The voice fades away.

Leaving only silence once again.

The stillness stabs a pain into me.

An aftershock of shivers follow.

Fear.

That feeling racks my body.

I don't want it to be silent.

But a strange, muffled sound starts ringing again.

I hear someone laughing, if you can call it that.

"Hmm…heh…keh, keh, ha, HA, HAHHH!"

It's nothing like the soft music.

It was a dying laugh.

It morphed into sobs.

"I don't want to die."

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

Please, make it stop.

It echoes. "I DON'T WANT….DON'T WANT…TO DIE…TO DIE!

Please, JUST MAKE IT STOP!

And then, as if I controlled it, all of it paused like a deathly song put to an abrupt halt.

The only way I could explain it was that.

I felt horrible.

A searing rapid shock, electrifies my body, making me convulse. 'That…that person.' My mind tries to comprehend it, to grasp to the concept. 'That voice…sounds like…Was that really me?' My thoughts naturally were mixed, and unbearably slow. Trying to put a sentence together was rather difficult, nearly impossible. 'I died' Realization hits me like a train at full force, knocking the breath out of me. 'It's not possible, I didn't want to die.'

'I couldn't die.'

Thrown off, I simply lie there, unable to move. 'Am I left to my thoughts?' I wonder incredulously. I try to open my eyes, and after several attempts, it doesn't work. But I come to realize soon that it's not that I can't open my eyes, but instead, it was so dark, that my eyes couldn't grasp any light. 'For the rest of eternity, am I really left here to repent in total darkness?' I stare into void, unknown how to react, but panic unknowingly consumes me, until my thoughts rush out, 'What did I do wrong? It was my duty to rid the world of criminals, or those who didn't belong. I am God, so I shouldn't have been murdered. Everything was PERFECT! I WAS PERFECT'

"I WAS PERFECT!" My voice cries out, trying to convince an unknown force. 'Perfect…' Hopelessly, I get up, sort of expecting an invisible wall from preventing me to walk, but it's not there, so I limp lifelessly in a straight direction. I feel my face and feel a foreign wetness. I start to sob wretchedly as I walk, a pain is stabbing me every short step I take. "How…" My voice cracks and I hiccup. I suppress any thought, and bear the quietness as I walk. After going nowhere for what felt like an eternity, I collapse from exhaustion. I close my eyes, and shut them as hard as I can. I rub them. I slap my cheek. I pinch myself. Nothing works, this isn't a dream. After a few moments, I realize something.

I really am dead.

The darkness proves this much to me.

Vocabulary Time!

Decrescendo - It is a music term. Usually used in music to make sound softer.

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