I was floating higher and higher into the midnight blue sky. It felt as if gravity no longer had any control over my body. As I floated away, I passed by streams and meadows and huge ancient trees; a beautiful pink and orange sunset forming a mirage of colours, splashing it's paint all over the landscape. The wind blew on my nonexistent face as a large breath of nonexistent air filled my lungs. For the first time in my entire existence, I felt free; like the happiest person on the planet. But that's just it, I no longer belong to this planet. I am one of the dead now. A spirit on its way to an unknown land, or world or whatever one believes comes next. All I have to do is keep flying; keep following the light. I can feel it's warmth; it's peace. I am so close now, the brightness of it keeps my eyes glued to it's brilliance. So close- but then I hear a noise that slows me down. It is muted at first, but as my attention focuses on it, it becomes clearer. A little girl is sobbing. She is calling out my name. I know that voice. It fills me with dread to hear her in such pain. As I listen to the sounds she makes, I can feel the weight of my body start to get heavier and heavier. Slowly, I start to slip away from the light, and fall back down to Earth. The sunset has passed and the stars have come out, filling the sky with their brilliance. As I fall faster, the piercing white light slowly starts to fade..I am Earth-bound.
I loom over the little girl who cried out my name - Cynthia. She was my 8 year old sister when I was alive. She is lying face down on her bed, sobbing into her pillow. I sit next to her and slowly brush over her hair with my imaginative hand. I start to hum her favourite nursery rhyme softly in her ear. After a few minutes, she quiets down, and I imagine she is listening to me. Then my mother steps into the room. She stops at the doorway and watches my sister for a while, tears building in her eyes. Then she comes into the room and sits right on top of where I sat only a moment ago. I appear instead, lying next to my sister on her tiny bed. My mother takes over my position of petting her hair.
"Sweetheart, talk to me," my mother coos. Cynthia sighs heavily and turns over.
"Where's Elena, mommy? Sammy said that she is "dead", so where is she then?" she asks my mother innocently, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I pity my mother for having to answer such an uncomfortable question.
"She's with grandma. She's in a better, peaceful place," she says, her voice cracking at the end. My sister creases her brow and shakes her head. She doesn't understand any of this. I am tempted to call out that I am here, right next to them. But of course, they can't hear me. As frustration settles in, it gets harder to focus on them. My feet start to sink into the floor and I start to fall into a dark place.
After what feels like forever, I land heavily onto the ground. Surrounding me is the ocean. The sun is setting, and I am resting on the edge of a huge cliff side, overlooking the relentless sea. At first I am alone, but then I sense the presence of another soul. Turning around quickly, I see him. He is standing alarmingly close to the edge of the cliff. My first instinct is to call out to him to be careful, but then I remember bitterly that he and I are dead. The man approaches me and I get a better look at him. He is old, probably in his sixties. He is tall, and has short white hair. The only thing really memorable about him are his piercing blue eyes. They are so light that they almost seem transparent. He is staring at me, waiting for me to say something.
"Who are you?" I call out to him. A moment later he appears right in front of my face, peering down at me.
"That is unimportant. What is important is that you must move on from this place and enter the light, before it becomes too late..." he says ominously.
"What do you mean by that? Why would it be too late?" I ask nervously. But when I blink he disappears, leaving me on the edge of the cliff. I look around and try to figure out what is happening to me. But then I hear something that is not coming from where I am. It's a noise that is coming from many, many miles away...
I appear next to Sam, my 18 year old brother, who is in our living room, arguing with our parents.
"Sam please! Calm down!" My mother is pleading. But Sam is too worked up to listen.
"No! I blame you! I blame both of you for what happened. It's all your fault! I hate you!" He yells before grabbing his coat and racing out of the house. My mother covers her mouth with her hand and sinks onto the couch, while my father watches the door where Sam left from in utter disbelief. I cringe at having to watch my family fall apart because of me. I don't blame any of them for my death. It wasn't their fault, it was someone else's fault ...