1It's getting dark
Everything is so so dark
I can't remember the last time I took a breathe honestly
Was it really always meant to end like this
I Feel like I've been dreaming
Forever
All I can see is darkness. If I'm even seeing anything at all anymore. Have you ever been in a room with all the lights off? You can't see a thing but you have a general idea of where everything is. You stumble around a bit before finally you find the switch or grab what you were looking for.
That's what I did all my life. Stumbling from day to day, never truly ever doing anything with them. I couldn't say that I was a failure, just that I was lost and lacking any real direction to take myself.
At the very end of all twenty years of my life I just graduated, smoked, went to work, talked to the few friends I had left about the miscellaneous things I thought wouldn't drive them away, and then went to bed.
So when a figure of pure darkness literally reeking the smell of death adorning a very real looking skull mask approaches me suddenly from out of the darkness. Which after god knows how long I spent just literally existing if you can even call it that in the void, talking about how I died from a heart attack in my sleep. You can imagine little I cared. So I asked him.
"Where are we?"
"Limbo, a little place where souls that slip between the cracks go to….join the puzzle again in a sense."
"...What?"
The figure sighs somehow looking annoyed through his mask of bone
"Too put it simply you weren't supposed to die yet, not in this cycle anyways"
"Cycle?"
"It's not important"
"Ok"
"...Anyways you get to experience the oh so gracious joy of life for the second time! Isn't that exciting?"
"Back on earth?"
"Oh no that would be boring, unfortunately little soul we're running out of time so here's one more thing."
"Never have a heart."
With that and a snap of his bony fingers and the dark void inverts into a field of white and the sudden feeling of previous weightlessness disappears.
When I open my eyes, immediately I notice something is wrong. My arms and legs are short, way way way shorter than they should be and my skin just a lil bit lighter than I remember it. Long stringy hair black hair covers my face(a downgrade in my opinion). A freaky way to start your day. Anyways I had more pressing questions that I needed answering. One for example.
'Where in the actual fuck am I.'
Everywhere I look huge gargantuan trees fill my vision. For someone who had spent the better part of their life in the city the sight was more than a little upsetting. I couldn't even see any signs of civilization which was, out of all the very very pressing questions that I don't think anyone was gonna do me the pleasure of answering for me, the most terrifying.
It was getting dark though, and I was never one to sit around so I needed to start moving.
...Preferably towards the direction of food
"Noooooo no no no no no!"
I had been wandering in the woods for about a day now, occasionally climbing the trees to sleep or pick one of the plentiful, but suspect looking fruits that adorned many of the mammoth sized trees. The rare but welcome sight of wildlife that didn't want to eat me. When I finally saw it.
Signs of actual real live people.
And a lake.
And in that lake a reflection, hiding behind a long mass of stringy black hair, two red and green pupil-less eyes looking-
Right.
Back.
At.
Me.
