The Soul
That voice had been so familiar. It was comforting. I think I will take its advice and follow the silver thread. Maybe it will give me answers to the questions that haunt my mind. As I let the thread pull me towards its world, the pull from the other two forces becomes stronger. The pain intensifies with every moment I allow myself to be pulled by the silver thread. Everything starts to go black as I begin to lose consciousness. It's funny; I didn't think the world could become any blacker than it already was. I guess I was wrong. I feel as though I have been wrong many times before. I don't like this feeling. It doesn't suit me to be wrong. I laugh a silent laugh as I think about how I am about to die. I know that if I lose consciousness in this world I will die. It has taken all my strength to survive this long, but I won't last much longer. It's funny to know that my last thoughts were about my wrongness. Isn't there someone I'm supposed to say goodbye to before I die. Isn't that the reason I've stayed alive this long. There's something I need to say. Why can't I remember? Oh well. I guess I'll never get to say it. Whoever I was supposed to say this to…goodbye. My time here is done. I lose the last of my consciousness and the world goes – wait. The world isn't black. Instead I am standing in a different world altogether. It's gray and desolate, but I feel less alone than I did before. The pain is still unbearable, but I can see and I can move. Where am I now? Am I dead yet?