I stared in dismay and terror as the once lovely view of farmland became my death sentence as it crept closer at unimaginable speeds. The wind howled around me as if hungry for its next meal. Just when the ground came to meet me, I closed my eyes and embraced my fate…
The last thing I heard was a crunch.
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All I could see was darkness with the gentle breeze slowly passing me. My first thoughts were that I was dead. All I can see is black… so it means I'm dead I guess.
I suppose this is what comes after death, floating in the abyss with only my thoughts as company.
I really hope Karen is ok, I know I always complain about everything but I really owe her. I would never be able to get to where I am without her. If only I wasn't so dull-hearted and just thanked her for all she did.
A slow warmth envelops me pulling my consciousness to sleep, but I can't, I have a guess what would happen if I fall asleep… actual death.
Now that I think about it, I never really got the chance to live my life. I never got to try new foods, I never got to go to places I really wanted, everything was controlled by my parents for a sports genius.
Ever since I can remember my parents were grooming me to be the prodigy they always wanted, they were both coaches to prestigious teams and wanted me to be a part of their fantasy. I never got to do what normal girls my age could do, when they got dresses and dolls I got sports gear and new balls to practice with.
My food was a strict diet to keep my physique, with a horrible exercise curriculum that I had to keep up with. I didn't go to school or make friends, saying that it would just distract me from their goals.
By the time I turned 17 I met all their expectations and showed a front of an obedient child that owed everything to my parents. But deep down I wanted to escape, I wanted to live life how I wanted.
That's when Karen came, I guess she figured out how I was feeling and convinced them to let me go under the condition that I keep playing and bring honor to the family… She was my first friend but even with her, even when I left my parents' supervision, I didn't feel any less contained than if I was back home.
As I grew up and went through my late twenties. I was still watched by everyone, my parents kept checking up on me on a weekly basis. They drilled their ideas for the future into my head making me agree, so I carried on their legacy that was forced upon me. I was trapped and even with Karen helping, life wasn't getting any easier.
Once I turned forty they died, they died in a car accident after a coaching clinic at a high school. When the news reached my ears I was overjoyed, they were in their eighties, but finally, I was free, I finally decided to take a break and have a normal, enjoyable life.
But I soon found out a horrible truth. I didn't know what a normal life was, I couldn't enjoy myself either. For 40 years I was brought up on a single lifestyle and I didn't know how to break out of it, a curse.
But even if I didn't know what a normal life was I still feel like I deserve it, I'm tired, exhausted, and beat. They say hard work would lead to success, if that's true then my success would be rest.
I died though, why is fate so cruel. Don't you think I've had enough? Don't you think I deserve to live life?
If there are any superhuman beings out there please give me another chance to live life… I beg of you, I can't just end my life here…
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I still haven't figured out whether I'm dead or not, I noticed that I'm at least able to move side to side in this space but not enough to stretch out. So in conclusion I'm either in a coma with that lock-in syndrome or in a place that's between life and death… now that I think about it the former sounds more likely.
I've been trying to cling onto the sliver of hope that I'm alive and in a coma, by moving side to side I hoped to attract the attention of anyone to show that I'm conscious. For now, nobody has noticed my movement and I highly doubt I can stay awake much longer, the warmth is slowly dragging my mind to sleep.
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I figured out that I can actually move my limbs around, meaning that I'm actually still alive. The space I'm in is cramped, the luxury of moving side to side I had a while ago is gone. Where? I don't know, it feels like I'm in a place the size of a football. My guess is those new healing pods I was hearing all about for athletes to speed up recovery when they've broken a leg or something. Hopefully, the doctors would notice my moving arms and legs noting that I'm close to recovery, I can't wait till my retirement life.
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So I finally figured out where my luxury space went. Apparently, for all I know the doctors are very desperate right now and forced to put two people in a single pod… Because I'm feeling another person right next to me. I mean, I don't really mind since I'm getting another heat source plus the rhythm of his or her heart beating. Though sleeping now is unavoidable…
I don't think I can hold back the warmth any longer, I can feel myself falling asleep now. Though I feel more reassured now that I'm in safe hands but just in case I made sure to punch and kick the front of the dome in front of me, just to let them know that I'm still clinging on to life.
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I dreamed of a white light at the end of a long dark tunnel with urgent whispers coming from the darkness. I closed my eyes as I started to run towards the light, white meant freedom, it meant life, anything was better than the dark space I was in for who knows how long.
The gentle breeze that was with me throughout my time in the darkness picked up into a strong gust of wind that hurtled past me. I ran with renewed spirit with the thought of a stadium ahead of me with my fans cheering for my entrance, but as I got closer to the white light I was suddenly yanked forward by an unknown source. With speeds faster than I ever ran before I headed straight toward the white light and was soon bathed with cold air, the urgent whispers then became the sound of a wailing child. In confusion I opened my eyes expecting a crowd of people cheering for my victory with at least one of them with a crying babe, but all I was met with were enormous heads and large eyes staring at me.
"What the heck is going on!"
But all that came out from my mouth was a baby's scream.