Prologue
“Were you happy?” Death asked. The woman looked down at her bare feet and replied, “I wasn’t.” She bit her lip because of how guilty she sounded.
Death looked at her as if it were looking through her soul and said, ”You’re a sinner within. You just don’t know it yet.” The woman looked back, taken aback by what the entity just said.
“How can I be a sinner if I was wronged my whole life? How does that make sense? I suffered! You saw everything!” She screamed. The hatred in her voice was obvious; she could not believe what she just heard. “Callista, do not deny it anymore. You know yourself better than anyone. Or shall I make you remember?” Death answered. It was used to this kind of situation.
“What are you talking about?! If I was a sinner, I wouldn’t have killed myself! Are you blind? Don’t you see my body laying cold on the floor?” Callista bawled and kneeled next to her body, showing Death her corpse on the floor. Everything was fresh—her cut on the wrists, the blood smeared over the walls, and spilled on the ground.
“Your death does not justify your actions. You’re a coward who wanted to find the easy way out; you did not want to face the challenges given to you. I thought you loved your life so much. Don’t you, Callista?” Death was aggravated. It wanted to laugh, but It couldn’t. For Callista, everything was a blur. She just kept quiet and continued looking down at her body. She’s dead now. What else could she do? “What will happen now?” Callista asked, not even batting an eye. “You will remember.” Death whispered. She could not explain what she felt, but she was scared. Scared of death, scared of everything.
“For a sinner like you, you do not deserve death.” After those sentences, she felt immense pain coming from her heart. She was dead, but the pain felt like she was dying all over again. Callista grabbed her chest and fell to the ground, panting and crying. She could not blink or close her eyes, as if they were being gouged out. Her mouth felt numb and dry down to her throat. She was gasping for air, crying for help—anything. The last thing she could see was Death looking down at her with a mischievous smile on its face. With that, everything went dark.
