I woke up in a hospital room. I looked around, when I see one of them. It towered above me, eyes drilling through my skull. It picked up its knife. Am I going to die?
No. I don't want to die. I don't know much but, I know I'm too young to die. I'm only 16!
The figure opened it's mouth, "H€||○, M@R$H@||." It said. " R€M€MB€R TH€ @[[¡D€NT?" What accident? "Y○U D¡€D"
What...? No.. way. That's not possible.. I'm here.. right now. How would I be dead?
"I've come to collect your soul." It said in perfect english. Why didn't it speak like that earlier? Odd. My soul? But... Mom and Dad said that the human body doesn't have a soul. That it was just a belief that only the crazy people would believe in. A soul isn't an organ or muscle or bone or anything. It's a controversial topic... right?
Wait who am I? Where am I? What just happened? I looked up to see a strange figure pulling a white string from my heart. Is that what they call a soul? I tried to remember the things the figure said but it was all a blur. All I could remember was 'I've come to collect your soul.'
Just Breathe I Thought