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Submitted: November 13, 2017

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I wake up in total darkness, it’s hot and dark in here. Wherever here is I am not sure. My face stings when I reach up to touch it. A thick liquid runs out of the cuts on my lips and face. It tastes of copper, nothing like I have ever tasted before. Blood. My heart pounds so quickly that at any point it could stop. Although I don’t believe heart failure will be my cause of death. Where am I? What time is it? Am I going to survive this?
I scream, louder than I ever have. Hopefully, someone will hear and help me. However, the “help” that comes makes me wish I would’ve stayed silent in the first place. A man about six feet tall and covered in tattoos stands before me. His knuckles are caked with blood, and what’s left of his clothes are torn to shreds- his buff muscles show thru. I’ve never seen this man before in my life. Who is he? The light pours into the small space that I am in, and my stomach sinks when I realize I’m in the trunk of my red Honda Civic. Where I am, I have no idea. All’s I know is that an unfamiliar man holding a bat stares the last bit of hope I had right out of me. The bat is covered in my blood and I assume that he is not afraid to use it again. The man tells me that if I scream again I am dead, and I do not challenge that.
To my surprise, the man walks away leaving the trunk ajar. What I see through the small space is foreign to me; unrecognizable. Thank god I listen to my dad when he told me to always carry a knife with me. The man must not have seen it, or if he did I’m sure it didn’t cross his mind that I'd be planning an escape. I roll in pain and clench the switchblade lying just inches away between my teeth. After several minutes I am able to cut the zip ties from my hands, followed by the ropes around my ankles leaving my skin rubbed raw. In tremendous pain I sit up as far as I can, shaking like a leaf resisting the wind. I check what I can my surroundings and that’s when I see the door. It’s about thirty feet away and If I run fast, I could possibly escape. Unable to turn and see if the man is lurking I pray that he is not. This is a risk I am willing to take if it means saving my life. My adrenaline is pumping so fast that before my mind tells me I am up and running.I am so desperate to reach the door when I hear the blast. Now I know that I will never leave this place, and all at once everything goes black.
Isn’t it crazy how fast things can change? One minute you’re alive, and the next you are dead. Well, at least that’s how it went for me. Like lighting that waits to strike during a storm death lingers, and whenever it pleases it will strike. It doesn’t care if you are ready for it or not. I was only 19 when I died and there was no way possible that I could’ve stopped it. You can’t ever prepare for it, so don’t try. Life, like gambling, is a game and you never know when you will lose everything. Everything happened so quickly. Nobody and I mean nobody knows what happened. Well except of course for that sinister asshole that shot me down. There was no evidence left behind so I don’t blame anyone for never finding me. I watched them search for months on end before the case went cold. Tears streamed down my parents face when the detective who did everything he could the news. He told them that all search parties have retreated, and for now, there is nothing more that they can do. How ? Well, you know every damn thing when you are dead. It’s a gift and a curse all in one. The night of my murder was a lovely one. Well up until I died at least. I walked back to that old Honda Civic of mine and found a man who had broken into my car. The man was covered in tattoos, and dirty; filthy dirty. I assumed stealing cars was probably what he did for a living, although I underestimated the violence that lurked in the near future. I showed no fear when I ran up to him yelling “ Hey what the hell are you doing?” For some reason, It didn’t cross my mind that he would react until he turned around and smacked me right in the temple with the crowbar he used to pry my door open. Instantly I was knocked out, it didn’t take much. A crowbar does a lot more damage than a fist.
I awakened with blood and cuts in every place on my face. At that point I was surprised I wasn’t dead -shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up though because within twenty minutes I was lying face down on cold cement in a pool of my own blood. I just hope my parents know that all my pain has been relieved. When you die, everything goes black. Then all at once, there is a very bright light and everything built up inside deteriorates. I’m not sure if this is what people call the “afterlife”, but I do know when people say, “your soul lives on forever,” it truly does.
 

 

 

 


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