Thoughts

Reads: 72  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
The thoughts of a person who is in between life and death after some horrible tragedy.

Submitted: October 13, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: October 13, 2016

A A A

A A A


 She exhales slowly. Nothing matters. Not the people screaming above her, telling her to hold on, or the inward voice telling her not to. Nothing matters. The people sound a thousand miles away, and yet she can hear them. The voice is right beside her, yet she can barely hear it. She won't wake up. Let them scream, let them whisper, but she will not let go, she will not wake up. Somewhere inside her brain tells her the body she inhabited is being moved. The war is won. They know in their hearts she won't wake willingly. She told them so. What did they say? No, you will. You have to- Then her name. What they called her. What did they call her? No doubt something that did not matter, like everything but the musings. Her name comes back from oblivion, and she tries to hide from it. But it is too big. Too real. The people are saying it like a chant, the voice is whispering it, and it stares her in the face. She will not think it though- she will not realize it. The voice is getting louder and the people are getting smaller. The people. She does not know names, but faces... Black hair swirling, a hint of red lips. Blond hair flying like a dust cloud around freckles. Brown hair braided and long, with streaks of gray. Orange hair like fire, streaked with red. These people want her back. She does not want to go back. They would love her, to be sure, but life would be unbearable. And yet... she will not let go. She will stay between worlds, forever fighting both voices. When they bury her body she will stay. She will greet others, perhaps, or never see another living thing again. Maybe most people never go through this phase between life and death. She had read about it, and the people said she would not. There must be another way, they said. They tried to do it themselves but she wouldn't let them. She had to do it herself. There was no other way, and they knew it. She went between worlds and stopped it. Then her body was returned to them. Her body.. What had her body looked like? She felt a shock. Her body was laid on a cold table. Her body... no. it might bring her too close to life. Or too close to death. The people, she knew, were waiting anxiously for a doctor to wake her. Or to tell them she could be put on life support, and maybe one day she would wake. He does not know. He does not know that the mind is unwilling, that the body obeys the mind. He will know though. He will see, and after one week he will tell them she will not wake up. They will refuse to take her off life support, but they cannot wake her. She told them she would not wake, she told them she would not want to. They said she would, and that they would see her alive again. She knew better. Maybe... if she let go would her body die? Yes, her brain told her. She looked around for a mirror. There was one. She knew in the mirror she had a name tag on. She knew the second she looked into the mirror her body would go into spasms and her spirit would drift silently away. To anywhere. Now that she was on the brink, she does not know what lies in the afterlife. She looks in the mirror, and she sees nothing. A mannequin with a name tag, reading-

Nothing. There was no name. She knows she could only see her name once she relived her life. The memory. The people's names... Her own name... she wants to move on now, and forget. But she is not allowed. She grows frantic. She tries to accept leaving this place, but now she realizes. This place is not between life and death. It is her prison, now and forever, unless she relives what happened. She does not want to. It takes a month to accept it, for the voice is now telling her to relive it. The people keep her body on life support, and it is not fair to let them waste money on her. “Fair,” the voice whispers. “What is fair? You left them- it is your punishment to relive it all. You can choose to wake or die from there. But it is your punishment. You deserve it. You left them. You deserve to be punished.” And so it went for years. The people coming every day in their time, begging her to wake. The voice comes whenever they are gone. She got control of her body once, and grabbed the brown haired one's hand. If she left the voice would come back. She must not leave. But a nurse came in and made her leave. She heard the nurse talking later: “When that woman left the girl, she her heart rate spiked, and she had all the readings of someone who is terrified and depressed. I'll bet the poor thing has a hard time of it in her own mind.” If only she knew the nightmare that the voice was. Every time humans left, it would come back. In the beginning the voice was friendly, even comforting. But now it was malicious, beating her with words. “You deserve the punishment. You left them all alone. How could you? If you hadn't they would have found another way. They wouldn't cry all the time. They would be happy. You left them.” At the end, she gave in. She started her life again. But she did not like the hiss of pleasure the voice gave when she began


© Copyright 2017 An Aspiring Librarian. All rights reserved.

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by An Aspiring Librarian

Thoughts

Short Story / Other

Popular Tags