Yasmin Brown 1,278 words
HELL IS ONLY SKIN DEEP BY: Yasmin Brown
I never really believed in heaven or hell, and ironically I'm dead and I still don't. Dead. What does that word even mean? No heart beat, no flowing blood? Because I have neither of those, and yet I’m whole. I’m not somewhere rooting in the ground six feet under. I’m not under a nine-inch layer of cement. I’m here in this place. I’m here alive.
I know what I'm called, but I don't know what I am. No one told me the after life would be confusing. I never actually meet a dead person or ghost... or whatever they are, but at the least some one could have told me what I was getting myself into. I mean if there was some kind of warning. Then maybe I would have been a better person or something.
Well, anyway back to the part where I said" I don't really know what I am". It's true. Crazy but true. I don't know what you've heard growing up or whatever, but I was always told when you died you went to one of two places Hell or Heaven, but of course I didn't believe that... I didn't even know there was an after life to wake up to, but no one ever said if there was a combination of the two. Well, at least that's how I see it. I'm in "Helven". I guess god or whoever is in charge of this place didn't know where to put me so he placed me in this twisted in-between place.
But don't get the wrong idea. I'm not here alone. That's good to know, because that means I'm not the only dead not dead weirdo.
Oh Yah, speaking of death. It's a true pain, literally. Firstly, I should start off by saying how I died. I have no idea. It's as simple as that. I'm the only one who doesn't know! I’m the only one who doesn’t remember their story. I’m the only one who can’t remember the “Earth Bond “ life as we call it. Which is sort of comforting if you think about it. Well, at least there is an upside. I don't have to share my sob stories about how I died. Secondly, I should explain to you about my past and my family. I don't really remember either of them. I remember I had a sister named Monna she was 15 years old two years younger than I was when I was living. I had a father whose name I can't quite remember. I would describe what he looked like, but every time I try to see him I see a bright yellow light which is strange, because I'm pretty sure my father isn't god. Trust me I would be in a way better place right now.
And lastly, my mother, I don't remember her either. Don't you think it's pretty screwed up how god just decided to strip away of all my memories? Well, at least the one you want to remember.
Okay, I'm going to tell you more about my death. Yah, I said I don't remember anything about "How" I died which I don’t. But the death itself is as clear as glass. Death is like being paralyzed. You can see, you can hear, but you can't speak. But not being able to move or to talk was not the worst part. I can recall the burning. And the first thing I thought was that I was burning to death, but there was no smoke. No fire. It was an internal burn... one that couldn't be put out just using water. The burning came from nowhere. Literally it just appeared. It spread though my body like a plague. First starting in my hands and then my chest then down to my feet, and it slowly inched its way back up, like it was trying to torture me. When the burn reached my head I thought I was going to go insane. I would have paid any price to stop it .I remember screaming, which only made the burning worse.
And the fact the pain just keep burning and burning was maddening. I cursed god, for making me suffer as much as I did... and that's when I found myself forever stuck here, In "Helven".
"Anna!" Alec shouted out. Alec's a close of mine, well actually he’s my only friend; I was never a people’s person. He and I meet when I first woke up here. He's been here for years he says. Which I have no idea how he knows this because even though this place does suck, there are a few good things about this place, like the fact there is not time. No days…No nights. You just truly live by the moment. Many people don't know how long they've been here, because like me, when your stuck in a place forever, what's the point in counting.
"Over here." I shouted back from the clouds that float near the ground. When I was alive I wondered what it would be like to walk on clouds or lay on one. Because in stories they always described them as soft and fluffy or sometimes weight less, but people should really believe in simplicity more, because clouds are no more than annoying bubbles full of rain.
Alec walked toward me. Yes, before you question it. We do have bodies. Like I said before, “I’m whole”. One thing when I realized when I got here is that the Earth bounder’s vision of the dead and Heaven is the most inaccurate and over exaggerated thing ever. How they think when you die you have a bright halo floating over your head and you’re dressed in all white is ridiculous. Well, I’m not in “Heaven”, so that idea doesn’t apply to me ,but I doubt it’s true.
Alec is dressed in the same clothes he had on when he died. Black leather boots, black jeans, and a long sleeved black shirt. He was in a motorcycle accident.
When he came closer he kicked a cloud and it burst into a puddle of water and a new cloud formed.
“ Why do you like these so much?” He asked in a casual tone trying to make conversation, but I knew what he really had to say.
“Did you just come over here to discuss my location preferences or do you have something else to say?” I said wanting him to get to the point. He looked at me and smiled. It wasn’t a flirty smile, but a twisted one.
“You take what we do so easily. You accept it like it’s normal.” He looked at me a little dazed. Was he serious?
“Nothing here is normal, so yah I accept it. I just think you should learn to.” He laughed.
“Yah, you’re insane.” He said harshly “Well, since you know what I’m going to tell you ,then there is no point in my being here. John will take you. You and him have the same---” He struggled to find the right word.” You have the same area to cover.” He began to walk away, but I couldn’t help, but to ask.
“Who is it this time?” He paused, but stayed with his back turned to me.
“He just made seven. He’s supposed to choke.” I didn’t want know. I’d changed my mind, but the words were already out there floating in the air- in my head- taunting me.
‘But you accept it, right? So there should be no problem.” He added harshly and disappeared into the clouds.
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