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.