The gate acted like a dimensional teleporter throwing me into a dimension with dead. The journey was awful; the ocean seemed like ingesting my soul. But there was something about the sea, which left me in dismay; the water had feelings! Every single drop spoke a million words yet to express their life.
My eyes sought for hands to help, and found when I need the most-a gorgeous man, opps a handsome young brat, Grey. "Hey, how come you will be dead, since you are already dead?" he questioned me with an annoyed yet kind look bearing his bright face. "Oh yes, you are right. Can you just help me get out of water?" " You are such dependent."—sighs
"So, tell me. How were stuck in the water? All the other guys can easily get out." "Excuse me! How should I know about that? Moreover I don't even know where I am!" he understood my bewilderedness and hence broke his interrogation. "All I know is that I have been told by zsangestu to follow the blue line across the world of living to get to a better place. Is this that better place?" said I. "What a weird name, I haven't heard him." "You don't know him? He's that white crow! He said he's the only one who guides lonely souls to this place, and I bet he's the one who told you the whereabouts of this place. Aren't I right?" said I with pride, "Absolutely not! And if my memory is not hazy I remember the color of the crow to be black!" he replied with little arrogance.
Grey took me down to his cabin, rather more like his personal space. It is said that, to know a person look through his room; by the looks of his room Grey was more a kind of person with more intellectual and mystery minded with sense of adventure adding a flavor to the mixture. He aged 12 but had maturity of an adult; for, also, he had a curiosity and deceptive skills of a professional! Grey had dark brown eyes of an Indian, shady, covered under his glasses. He was little short his age, always steeped in his attitude, yet kind and helpful. As far as his name goes, apparently, he had a long spiky hair dangling down his cheek and behind his ears, like a vine curling up his ears.
"It was a tragic death. No a murder! It was summer vacation and I was making a tape with my friends, there caught the gun sling for which I was murdered!"-Grey murmured in pain. "Could you be a bit clearer?" said I. "Well, to get the witness, the tape, the man behind the trail at the park made his way down to home. When my parents refused to rescue a manslayer, he burned them alive," a drop rolled down his cheek. "He was cold blooded, he blew off the whole apartment and he himself made a cry of fire, just to make it look like an accident!"
Life is too crazy, it holds mysteries up its sleeve; one moment you think you got the hang of the situation and the other moment the complete scenario changes. The world seems to be too small place; it was the same apartment whence came my death!