"Death?" I called out his name, but my voice echoed in this chamber of darkness.
I didn't know why, but I felt an intense dread. The realization that I was utterly alone in this place made me want to throw up, like I was having an impending panic attack. But instead of feeling that I would die, it dawned on me that I already was.
It wasn't regret that I killed myself.
It was more like I was scared that I would meet my end alone, and I didn't have Death to guide me through this so-called process, which is some wicked afterlife torture.
I looked around desperately, looking for any hints of him hiding somewhere. But I wasn't an idiot. There wasn't even a hiding place in this vast expanse of emptiness.
I was alone.
Truly alone.
Again.
Even in the In-Between, I was alone, just like when I was alive.
That realization hit me like a freight train.
