Unnamed Story (March 2015)
What’s death like? I honestly don’t know. I mean, maybe I should, as I’m, ya know, DEAD, but I’m clueless. It happened pretty quickly. I just turned around and there he was. His frantic eyes flashed and I felt some odd pressure on my gut, then some warmth…before it all went cold.
Nah, I’m just kidding. It was way more involved than that. It initially felt like someone kicked me so hard that the wind rushed from my lungs. I couldn’t catch my breath and felt a moment of panic. A ringing started in my ears and began to grow deafening. I thought I screamed. I thought I pushed him away. I honestly didn’t even realize I was dying until the tunnel vision began to set in.
All of a sudden, the panic faded away completely. I still couldn’t catch my breath but I didn’t want to. I felt kind of heavy, my knees buckling under the weight of my body. The force of my dead weight felt like someone was pushing down on my head to get me on the ground.
I could feel my bare legs getting caught on the gravel of the street but it didn’t hurt. It didn’t sting, it didn’t feel like anything I knew. It just…was. After the rocks in my knees, my hip hit the street followed by the rest of my body, almost in slow-motion.
With my remaining sight, I watched him drop the knife that he had plunged into me, the silver blade dripping with my dark blood catching a glint of the moonlight before it hit the pavement. He turned and ran into the pitch blackness of the night, my sight failing me completely when he was only a few feet away.
I couldn’t hear anything…I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t feel anything anymore but I was still there. Waiting. What was supposed to happen now? Was a bright light supposed to sweep my soul off to some mystical paradise or would burning flames scorch my flesh eternally after sucking me into the Earth’s core?
I remember thinking ‘Why did I even get out of bed today?’ and still, nothing changed. I just sat in darkness. I wasn’t scared though. I mean, what was the worst that could happen? I was already dead as far as I knew.
Maybe I should explain how I ended up dead, but, frankly, that was a boring story that has no happy ending. I didn’t even really know who killed me. I suppose that’s not the important part. I’m still hanging around when I should be gone forever.
While waiting for whatever’s next, all I can think is how there was so much more for my life. I didn’t tell my family I loved them enough even when I hated their stupid faces. I didn’t put my best foot forward when it came to my schooling or even my crappy summer jobs. I just coasted, figuring I would always have time later.
Yeah, nope. Still not too concerned. Maybe I am a sociopath or something. I’m literally dead and I couldn’t care about anyone, not even myself.
Ugh. Dead for what feels like forever and still nothing. Is this my punishment for my apathy? That would suck but not really.
Well, while I’m waiting, maybe I should introduce myself a bit.
My name is, or, was, Penny. I was seventeen and at the height of my teenhood. I think. I wasn’t too popular but I wasn’t an outcast. I liked my life. I lived with my mom and her boyfriend. He was practically my dad, been around forever but he never wanted to do the marriage thing.
Nah, I’m just kidding. It was way more involved than that. It initially felt like someone kicked me so hard that the wind rushed from my lungs. I couldn’t catch my breath and felt a moment of panic. A ringing started in my ears and began to grow deafening. I thought I screamed. I thought I pushed him away. I honestly didn’t even realize I was dying until the tunnel vision began to set in.
All of a sudden, the panic faded away completely. I still couldn’t catch my breath but I didn’t want to. I felt kind of heavy, my knees buckling under the weight of my body. The force of my dead weight felt like someone was pushing down on my head to get me on the ground.
I could feel my bare legs getting caught on the gravel of the street but it didn’t hurt. It didn’t sting, it didn’t feel like anything I knew. It just…was. After the rocks in my knees, my hip hit the street followed by the rest of my body, almost in slow-motion.
With my remaining sight, I watched him drop the knife that he had plunged into me, the silver blade dripping with my dark blood catching a glint of the moonlight before it hit the pavement. He turned and ran into the pitch blackness of the night, my sight failing me completely when he was only a few feet away.
I couldn’t hear anything…I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t feel anything anymore but I was still there. Waiting. What was supposed to happen now? Was a bright light supposed to sweep my soul off to some mystical paradise or would burning flames scorch my flesh eternally after sucking me into the Earth’s core?
I remember thinking ‘Why did I even get out of bed today?’ and still, nothing changed. I just sat in darkness. I wasn’t scared though. I mean, what was the worst that could happen? I was already dead as far as I knew.
Maybe I should explain how I ended up dead, but, frankly, that was a boring story that has no happy ending. I didn’t even really know who killed me. I suppose that’s not the important part. I’m still hanging around when I should be gone forever.
While waiting for whatever’s next, all I can think is how there was so much more for my life. I didn’t tell my family I loved them enough even when I hated their stupid faces. I didn’t put my best foot forward when it came to my schooling or even my crappy summer jobs. I just coasted, figuring I would always have time later.
Yeah, nope. Still not too concerned. Maybe I am a sociopath or something. I’m literally dead and I couldn’t care about anyone, not even myself.
Ugh. Dead for what feels like forever and still nothing. Is this my punishment for my apathy? That would suck but not really.
Well, while I’m waiting, maybe I should introduce myself a bit.
My name is, or, was, Penny. I was seventeen and at the height of my teenhood. I think. I wasn’t too popular but I wasn’t an outcast. I liked my life. I lived with my mom and her boyfriend. He was practically my dad, been around forever but he never wanted to do the marriage thing.
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