It was silent, death silent. Nothing could be heard. In the void where there's no sense of time, the second felt like a year and year felt like a second. In the middle of forever slumber, a light shone. I tried to grab that light, but the closer I reach for it, the further it go. Trapped in this situation, I pushed myself as hard as I could and stretched what seemed to be my hand toward the light. My hand slowly reached the light. The moment it touched the light, the light shone brighter than before and completely replaced the death darkness. After that, my vision started coming back to me. I saw a curtain with a yellowish color. I looked all over me and saw different gadgets which kept emitting the beep sound repeatedly. It looks like he was in a hospital, specifically in an intensive care room. 'Why am i here' Haruta wondered.
The last thing he can remember was that he was in a party his comrades held for him in celebration for his promotion. Then he got a call from his mother and drove his car immediately to the hospital.
And then, There's no then.
He can't remember past this point.
As he looked around, he scanned his surrounding. The room was empty.
The only living thing in there was him.
He tried to move but couldn't.
He tried again with much more power but his body had no response.
'Could it be' Haruta questioned himself terrified of the idea that popped into his head.
He just hope that it isn't what he think it is.
With his body is out of order and no person to look at, the only thing he can do is stare at the ceiling above him.
Thinking about the scattered part of his remaining memory and the situation he got himself into, it takes no brainer to figure out what happened in that lapse in his memories.
It seems that he got into an accident and he got hurt so bad that he entered the ICR.
'Dammit, things can't get worse', Haruta closed his eyes, trying to find some peace in his mind.
He hoped that all of this is just a bad dream. A dream that he will forget as soon as he wake up.
Haruta opened his eyes and he noticed that the ceiling seemed closer than before. Haruta was perplexed.
He thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
He closed and opened his eyes again only to see the ceiling grew closer. It almost within the reach of his hand.
Haruta thought of touching the ceiling and unexpectedly his moved and he can control just like he want.
Haruta sighed in relief. He thought he got paralyzed due to trauma.
Thank god it wasn't how he imagined. But Haruta didn't know that it was worst than that.
Haruta drift his attention back to ceiling and when he was going to touch it.
It went through.
His hand went through the concrete walls of the ceiling.
As if cue, Haruta instinctively looked around him.
He was technically floating in air.
Haruta's mind was going crazy. But the crazier has yet to come.
Haruta looked behind him and saw a body that look exactly like him.
That's when Haruta connected the dots, that his sprit came out of his body.