Life in Death
I remember when I died; it wasn't as bad as I had thought, but then again, I was fortunate with my death. I had passed away during my sleep due to the cancer that I had been living with for six years.
Granted, I had been very ill before my death, but the death itself was painless and quick and I'm glad that I went like that and not had to deal with agonising pain, like so many people have to put up with.
Some may say that there is nothing after death, but I have come to the most remarkable place I could ever imagine! The sun shines bright everyday in the pale blue sky. There are hardly ever any clouds in the sky and if there are they are pure white and look like buds of cotton wall. At night the stars shine bright in the sky and the sky is lit up in hundreds of colours from the gasses forming the stars. The sky is pitch black, which adds to the magic that the stars make; and the moon...the moon is amazing! Much bigger and brighter than I had ever seen when I was alive. When I came here this place just felt so surreal and it stills feels that way even now, but that's good because it means I'll be able to live here for the rest of time.
Before you ask, I am not alone. I have met a lot of new people here and I have to say, they are some of the nicest people I have ever met before. When I first arrived, I felt like I was going to be on my own up here, but then this young woman about the same age as me came up to me and asked me if I was all right. She is the one that I am closest with; she has helped me so much. I feel that I am alive again, I don't feel dead, and in fact I feel more alive than I had done when I was alive.
I still get to see my family and friends as well, but they can't see me. It's weird because I want to talk to them and ask them how they are and how they are coping, but I can't. I do leave them signs to tell them that I have been around, that I'm still here and that I'm not going anywhere.
The first time I did it, they freaked out a bit. They didn't know what was happening. I remember my mum screaming louder than I had ever heard her, just because she felt that something – or someone – was in the house. My friends had called the police at one point and that had gone down well. But thankfully, I managed to let them know that it was me, (though it had taken about a year for them to realise), and I now can send them frequent signs without them freaking out and panicking.
Even though I do send them sighs and that, I miss them so much. There's not a day that goes by without me thinking of home; of them; of the life that I had left behind. Sometimes I wish that none of it had ever happened and that I will wake up and this world that I'm living in disappears. However, that's not going to happen, because I really am here and I am dead. My body has been in the ground for the last six years, there's just no way I can return. That doesn't stop me hoping though.
So, you see, being dead does have some good things, but there are also bad things. It's like everything really, you can't have something good without something bad, that's my motto! But I know that sometime in the future the good will come again and I will be with my family and friends once again. That's something I'm looking forward to.
Yeah, it's not that good I don't think, but I'll let you be the judge of that. I'm starting to notice something in my writing. It has become quite depressing and angsty. Though, to be fair, this one isn't too angsty. It just involves death...sort of. I never used to write like this, I used to be a complete fluff writer. Geez, a year can change you a lot!
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