• I immediately knew it was the worst decision I have ever made in my existence on Earth. That one step…that tiny pass through the gate…why did I do it?

    Pain. Horrible, agonizing, unbearable, pain. It coursed through very vessel and cell in my body, stabbing every millimeter with a needle that had been dropped in the burning fires of hell for the last thousand years. I knew I was screaming….though I didn’t hear it, feel it, or suggest it. It was just an inevitable fact. Being murdered was better then this. Hell, being murdered felt like floating on a large, pink cloud while rolling around with a bunch of bunnies that had been dried drastically with a hair dryer. Yes, being murdered was a pleasure compared to this. As fast as it had come, the pain faded, snapping out of the core of my heart. Everything was black, and NOW I could hear myself screaming. My lungs felt like they where going to split open from it. The blackness that I hadn’t noticed was even there started to fade, and turn to a bluish tint. Then, the familiarity of my room fuzzed its way into my vision. I stopped screaming, and I still haven’t taken in an inhale of breath for what feel like five minuets to me. I quickly follow this by swallowing sweet oxygen. Next, I feel a warm hand press against my shoulder, and I flinch. Well…I’m not completely out of it…though…I am dead…this must be it…you go back to your old life…and people get to call you insane for the rest of it. No. That’s not right. My eyes flick toward the direction of the hand, and I see my fathers face staring at me in shock. His mouth was open, and his eyes where the size of pool balls. I manage to laugh, and his mouth clicks shut. “What happened, Scarlett?” He asked, his voice shaking horribly. My laugher bleeds right through my voice. “I died daddy!”

    ‘Daddy’ didn’t take that so well. He made sure I told him everything about my ‘dream.’ And I did. I told him about me being murdered. How it felt to have a knife stab into your back, across almost every inch of your body, and across your throat. I told him about the gate…and the color of the floor that was incomprehensible to the human mind. Now, it had been several weeks after my ‘experience’ and things aren’t being quite the same. For one thing, I see her everywhere I go. I see her face printed into the back of my eyelids every time I blink. I see her behind my back in the mirrors. I see her in my dreams that never really happen. She won’t leave me alone. For another thing, she has also gone missing.