After Death

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Summary

Rachel Stark was a girl who didn’t think life was worth living because of the mental pain she had gone through, so she ended up turning to suicide... She woke up in an echoey abyss where a voice boomed and asked her questions, only to figure out she was being watched by many other helpless souls. She soon learned the after life was much different then people thought. There were many peoples souls living happily in the underworld, which people may think, “Oh an underworld... it must be hell” But it turned out to be different then that... After living a few years in the afterlife, secrets about her life came to her and she has an urge to get back to the live world... What secrets will she learn, and will she ever get back to the live world... ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Chapter 1- Dead

I didn’t realize how painful death was, and you know, it hurts. The humans are at the top of the food chain but my own emotions struck me down like I was just a piece of dirt.


The last thing I remember was walking over to pick up the kitchen knife, but I don’t remember what happened after that. I think I understand what happened though.


At the moment, I was laying in a dark abyss with nothing happened I see for miles. I thought that after death, it would be the end, but I see that I was wrong.


I lifted my hands to my face to see if they were still existent , but it was so dark that I couldn’t even see the silhouette that would prove that they were still there.


I hesitantly started to stand up, unsure of what could happen next. Suddenly, as if it were a cue, a light emerged, revealing a desk with the paper and pen laying neatly on top of it.


The desk with the paper and pen gave off spine-chilling vibes. It seemed to beckon me towards it. Things started to shuffle around me like a kaleidoscope, and suddenly the paper altered to a folder labeled with my name “Rachel Stark”


The folder opened in front of my eyes without me even touching it. It contained papers with questions. The first page read:


Answer these questions with honesty, as these questions are related to why you died. Soon a voice will boom as if it were speaking through a megaphone, but do not be alarmed. Father Death is his name and he is not to be disrespected as he leads you through the questions and memories. Like I had mentioned earlier, please reply to all questions with honesty.


•father death… like the grim reaper• I thought.


I glimpsed at the papers then shouted as loud as possible,


“Father Death! Are you there?”


I didn’t think that would work, but a few seconds later, the voice as loud as a megaphone boomed,


“Are you ready for your questions?”


I nodded in reply to the question and prepared myself for what was to happen next.