It's all over.
It's all over.
It can't be over.
When I awoke, I was laying in the middle of an empty field on a warm summer's day. I was wearing a beautiful white dress and the cuts from my accident seemed to have vanished off my forehead and I couldn't feel a single thing.
Getting up to my feet I wandered around the field for a while, and noticed I wasn't wearing any shoes and my toes where painted a bright blue color. I came across a stream and looked at my reflection in the water, my blond hair glimmered in the sunlight and I noticed a man standing behind me, just observing me slightly.
There was no one there and I was still alone in this empty field, the only thing I could hear were the sound of crickets and the stream rushing down a path. I see a small door off in the distance and my instincts told me to go to the door, all the while still feeling a presence behind me but never seeing anyone whenever I turned around.
I reached the door after what felt like hours of walking which were only minutes, part of me wanted to run away because of the feeling that I felt from just being near the door but I decided to go against my judgement and reached out to open the door anyway. The fear inside my chest arises as I entered inside but found myself in just an empty room, empty other than the photos of my entire life hanging on the walls.
The door then slammed itself shut and I was surrounded by darkness, I jumped at the sudden noise but then let my eyes adjust to the blackness around me.
"Am I... dead?" I wondered to myself.
"Not quite yet." I heard a voice reply from behind me, I spun around to see a tall man dressed in all black, holding a candle in his hand which lit up the room in a bright filled light. His features where still unknown to me but the vibe that he carried gave me the strangest most terrifying feeling I've ever felt.
"What do you mean, not yet?" I snapped at the strange man, which made him jump back in surprise at my outburst.
"...well with that attitude I should have just replied with yes." His voice was deep and filled with a strange feeling that I couldn't place.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, which made a small smile appear under his masked face.
"You might want to sit down for this." He told me, I looked around the room and didn't see a chair in sight.
"...On the floor?"
He groaned and with a snap of his fingers a chair appeared right behind me and he motioned for me to sit down.
"Is that better, princess?" He asked sarcastically.
"Yes, it is."
"Okay moving on, anyways you're not dead but you are in a coma." He informed me getting straight to the point, and with that all of the memories from the accident came flooding back to me. I reached up to my forehead where I had gotten cut but didn't feel anything.
"...a coma? So is this a dream then? Am I dreaming?" I had so many questions that I wanted answered but he shushed me and with that we were transported to the hospital room where I saw myself surrounded by doctors and nurses trying to stabilize me.
I then seen my boyfriend standing outside the hallway, tears flooding his face terrified he was going to lose me. Next to him was Sierra trying to console him and shedding her own share of tears.
I didn't see my parents though, where were they? I know my father wouldn't be here he was probably off getting drunk like he did every day since him and my mother got a divorce. It wasn't like my mother to not be here though; she was by my side in every problem that I had. Whether it is not knowing how much sugar to put in a cake recipe or when I got into a fight with Stephan, she was always there.
But where was she now?
I turned and looked at the man who was watching me with a look in his eyes, I couldn't tell if it was sadness, or pain but whatever it was he kept watching me.
"Am I going to die?" I had to ask the question, I couldn't help it I had to know the truth.
He turned his head down to the ground and reached out a hand, which was gloved in white silk, his lips moved in what felt like slow motion, "Come with me."
He led me down the hallway in the hospital until we ended up in a small room near the end of the hall which was occupied by people about my age sitting in chairs reading books and listening to music. They all looked up at me as I made my way into the room; I was in shock that they could see me.
"Hello everyone, we have a new recruit with us today. This is Delilah; she was in a car crash and is currently in a coma. Delilah, this is the brink of life and death...everyone in here is either dying or has already dead and have come to await their fate. If you could come and sign the registration book and then take a seat."