I had always wondered what was "that" that you would see after death.
Was it gonna be good or bad?
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯.
𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢-
In a quick movement, I had woken up in sweat and blo-
"Is this blood?"
"Where did all this blood come from?"
"Am I bleeding?"
"I don't feel any pain."
I quickly pulled my shirt up to see what was going on and...
"THERE'S NO WOUND!?"
𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. W𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥?
𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?
With all my energy, I tried to recall what happened last night, but as much as I tried...
𝘕𝘖, 𝘗-𝘗-𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘏𝘜𝘙-
"HUH?"
"What was th-"
"AHHHHH"
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥!
"AHHHHH!"
"MAKE IT STOP!"
"PLEASE SOMEONE, HEL-"
And without realizing it. I had fallen into the deep clutches of exhaustion.
𝟓 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
"Uhhh"
"Huh?"
"Why am I on the floor?"
"𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘗!"
"𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘖𝘕𝘌!"
"oh, right"
"what was that?"
*Knock* *Knock*
"HEY, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"
"I WOUKD LIKE TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU!"
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
I tried to get up from the cold floor, but...
"Huh, why can't I get up?"
𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥?
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥?
With all my strength, I got up from the floor. It was still hard to keep my balance, but I managed.
𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘞𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳?
After trying so hard to keep my balance, I had finally made it to the door.
Right as I got to the door I started to lose my balance. It was hard to stay up right, but I tried.
After finally gaining enough strength to stand up, I opened the door.
*Click*