“What do you mean she won’t wake up? Please, please save my little girl.”
It’s my mum. The despair in her voice is heart breaking, more heart breaking than discovering I’m dying. I don’t feel like I’m dying. I’m not in any pain. Is this what dying’s like? I want nothing more than to reach out to my mum, to tell her I’m still here and that I love her, but I’m still in this dark void.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe I won’t survive this. Why else am I so separate from reality? I want to get up. I want to leave this place. I’m only twenty-four, too young to die. There’s so much I still want to do. I can’t leave knowing my last conversation on this Earth was a heated one.
The room is now brilliant white. What’s happening? My body rises, except when I look down I don’t have one. I don’t care, I’m getting out of here. The double doors swing open to reveal a long bleached corridor filled with doors. I run to the nearest one and my hand suddenly appears as I rattle the chrome handle. Locked. I try the next one and the next one but with the same results. Rushing over to the other side of the corridor I try those too, but I can’t open them either. I stare into the distance. This claustrophobic hallway is …show more content…
“But we’ll still have some of her body to bury? For a proper funeral?”
I wish I could tell my mum to wait and see if I get better. After all, I still have consciousness, don’t I? I don’t want to leave here. I want to stay with my family and grow old. I’ve planned a future with Collet, doesn’t that mean anything?
The surrounding space is blinding white but I can’t close my eyes to shelter from the light. I look down and I have a body, but it’s not my own. My limbs are rounded and furry. I flinch as the stitches on my belly are undone and my white stuffing is removed. I turn my head as I try to tell the anonymous surgeon it hurts. My heart rate increases as more stuffing is yanked out and put on ice. The pain, the severance, it’s too much.
Pleases stop! Please stop! Please stop? Fight for me mum. If it’s not too late, save me. Where is she? Where is Collet? I’m not brain dead, I’m alive. Fingers plunge into my chest and tug at my final pulse. Iron fills my mouth.
I’m in a new room now, my body has disappeared again as well as the pain. There’s a party here, but not like the last one. Thousands of souls in hyperspace crowd around me with love and acceptance, greeting me with smiles and open arms. Their embraces are sincere and I weep with