The Last Doorway

---

The ground was rushing up to meet us. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it was a dream, hoping that I could wake up. Just barely opening my eyes, I looked out the window and saw that the land below us was no longer just colorful dots beneath us. No, now it was fields, filled with various plants in many different colors, rushing closer and closer every second. It was when we hit the ground that everything went black.

---

There were random colors flashing in strange patterns, I didn't understand what was going on. Was I dreaming? Last I knew, I was flying to the ground in a plane destined for a deathly crash. Was I dead? The patterns started straightening out, they look . . . human? All of a sudden, a girl's face flashed, for just a few seconds, yelling: "Linkin Park! ROCK ON!!"

And then I woke up.
I could hear voices surrounding me, very loud voices. All the noise was giving me an extreme headache. Stop it, I thought, you're being too loud!
There was a sudden pause in the noise and then someone said, "she's . . . awake?" As though they were questioning their own judgment.
"What, she's awake? Katie! Katie, can you hear me?"
I didn't know what was going on, I knew I was Katie, and I knew that my mom was there. Although, none of that explained why there was strange beeping all around me. Or how they had heard my thoughts. Maybe I wasn't thinking, maybe I had said it out loud, but where was I?
"Katie," the second voice said, "can you open your eyes?" Well, of course I could do that! I immediately opened them.
"What's going on?" I asked, "where am I?"
"Katie, you're at the hospital. The plane you were in crashed shortly after taking off," they paused. "You were the only survivor." And with that, I slipped back into the black of unconscious.
That girl, from the other dream. She was back again. Another girl was with her. I quickly glanced at them. They were about the same height as me, one girl had curly blonde hair and one had straight brown hair. The blonde girl eyed me suspiciously.
"LINKIN PARK IS AWESOME!" she yelled before fading from sight.
Uhh, that was weird, I thought to myself. Out loud I asked, "Who are you, what's going on, and what just happened?"
"Hello, I am Emily, you are dreaming, and Laurie happens to like Linkin Park very much." The girl, Emily, was now looking at me as if she expected me to say something.
"Well, uhh, hi?" I replied, confused.
Just then I could faintly hear one of the nurse's voice. "She's in critical condition, I don't know how long she'll last."
Something suddenly struck me, "Am I dying?" I asked.
"Yes, you are. But don't worry, you're not dead yet. You still could survive." Emily replied, a look of pity was clear in her eyes.
If you could faint in a dream, I'm sure I would have right then. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice taking on a higher, almost hysterical, pitch, "I mean, the nurse could be wrong, right?!?"
Emily shook her head sadly, "I don't rely on the information of nurses but I'm afraid it's true."
"O-okay then, how long do I h-have?" I asked, stuttering.
"I don't know, could be a day, could be a month. I am not certain."
"C-could we talk about something else please?" I asked, " I'd rather my dream not turn into a nightmare."
"Okay," Emily said, "what would you like to talk about?"
"Um, well, why are you here in the first place? Not that I mind, of course."
"I'm not allowed to tell you that, you will find out eventually."
"Well, why aren't you allowed to tell me that?"
"Not allowed to tell you that either." Emily said, smirking.
Was she purposely annoying me? "Fine," I said angrily, "when do I get to wake up?"
She smiled, "Right now."
The beeping was back.
The voices were just as loud as before, except they had a more solemn tone. I knew why.
Dang it! I thought. The headache was back again.
"Would you guys just be quiet!" I attempted to yell, but it came out in a vulnerable whisper.
Again, immediate silence. "Katie, do you feel alright?" It was my mom again.
"Of course, I feel fine!" I lied, ignoring the pain that surged through my body. My second attempt at yelling was no better than the first. I decided that I would play it innocent, how was I to explain how I found out anyway? "When do I get to go home?"
"Katie," she paused, slipping a fake smile into place, "I don't know right now, I'll let you know later." She was worse at lying than I was.
The rest of my time awake was spent uneventfully, the exciting thing was when my dad came with a giant teddy bear. Pessimistically, I wondered where it would go when I was gone. I was now pretending to sleep, listening to my parents voices raising.
"So now you think it's my fault for this?" My mother asked, "I'm so sorry I didn't drive her all the way to Alaska, it had nothing at all to do with the fact that the plane crashed, no it was all terrible judgment on my part." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, with a slight undertone of true regret, not something that my dad caught.
"Well, if you had just waited and let me come down to fly back with her than this never would have happened!" My parents were always fighting, it was extra depressing that they couldn't even contain their hate for each other when I was on my deathbed.
I could hear the choked back tears as my mother replied, "You're right," before slamming the door on her way out.
Deciding that I had heard enough, I drifted off to sleep.
Emily was there again. So was Laurie.
"Linkin Park shall destroy all!" was her comment this time before she faded away, yet again.
"Are you going to be in all my dreams?" I asked, "And will she ever stop with the Linkin Park comments?"
"Yes, probably." Emily replied, "And no, I doubt it."
I sighed, "Well, I guess I'll just have to get used to it then."
"I found out when it will happen," Emily stated. "You are in a declining critical condition. Best case scenario, you've got a week or two. Worst case, your condition declines more and it could be as soon as tomorrow."
I stopped breathing for a second. "Well, this is a dream, right? Well, then, how do I know that you're even right? I mean, we're just in my mind, do you even exist?"
"It's true," Emily stated firmly.
"What's it like?" I asked, "I mean, did you . . ?" The rest of my sentence was hanging in the air, unspoken by either of us.
Emily nodded. "You won't feel anything, you'll be unconscious when it happens. We'll be here and then . . Well, I'm not really sure what happens after that."
"O-okay." I said before I woke up.
I spent the next few days dreading being awake and looking forward to falling asleep. I could feel myself getting weaker everyday. Of course, my mom felt it best to not inform me of my certain death, though I could see the truth hiding behind her red-rimmed eyes.
Seeing my parents suffering was enough to make me want to cry, but I didn't. I stayed strong, because they needed me to be. I could feel my time running out as I felt the pain getting stronger and myself getting weaker.
I knew it was going to happen today. I could feel it, I felt the ever present urge to just close my eyes and get it over with. I would stay for as long as I could. For my parents.
I couldn't do it anymore, I felt my eyes close against my will and I softly whispered, "Bye Mom, bye Dad."
Emily was waiting for me.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
I nodded. I followed her to the lone doorway. It had never been here before, but I had expected something like this.
"Goodbye," I said, turning the knob, and then everything went black.

It was true that you saw your whole life when you die, maybe it was a chance to reflect, maybe it was just to tease you for what you had lost. Either way, it was true. As my last memory faded, I did too.