Have you ever thought of death? No, not suicide. Like, death in general. An accident or a murder. Well, I've been thinking of that the past few days before I actually died. Yes, you're hearing the story of a dead girl. You should be proud of it. You're special. I wouldn't be talking to you if you weren't.
So, about what happened.
A few days before my life's taken, bad things have been happening. You know, family stuff. Then school. Projects piled up in that week. Lots of it. It was hard enough for me that I thought about giving up. Giving up my life. But I didn't think of suicide. I wouldn't do that.
I thought maybe ,like, something would just happen to me out of nowhere. An accident or maybe a bullet through my head. I was imagining my death. No, actually, I was kind of wishing for it. Silently, I made a wish to no one. I wished myself dead.
Then, the next afternoon while I was on my way home, I felt something change. Like something was put against my direction. A cold gust of wind caused the leaves to brush past me. I felt like the world was furious at me. The sky burned orange. The world was slowing down. It felt like I was in an imaginary place. I crossed the street slowly.
As I continued walking, I felt like I was walking for hours. Then, finally, I stopped at a dead end. How could it be? Was I dreaming? Hallucinating? Suddenly, there was a light before me. A flash. I reached into it, curious. Then, before I knew it, I was dead.
How? How did this happen?
The sky heard my wish. Now I understand the saying "Be careful what you wish for" .
Where am I now?
Ask yourself.
Where are you reading this?
I'm with you.