HI Fantasylover, I have deleted your short story as I don't think it is suitable for a PG site. If you have any questions please PM me. Deb
(There was a response to Deb here. I took it out.)
To any and all peeps reading my stuff, there may be a pause on the writing for a moment. I'm having technical difficulties with ALL of my stuff, and may risk losing everything. Until that time that I'm told that there's no hope, however, I am refusing to panic. All I can do right now is write small stuff, because all my big stuff is facing possible extinction. Hah. Anyway, here's a piece I just wrote. It's quite dark, but it helps bring to light things that people struggle with everyday. Here it is!
There is no afterlife. Everyone thinks that when they die, they go into this shining light. Some believe that this shining light is Heaven, and others believe that they’re going on to be remade and reborn. I don’t know if it’s the same for everybody. I haven’t seen anyone else. There was no shining light for me. There was only cold, with the darkness all-consuming. Then the world around me shifted, and suddenly I was on earth again...but not. Not really. I watched as everyone I knew mourned me. I got to see what everyone is always just a tiny bit curious about; reactions to your death. It broke my heart, seeing people I knew and loved being ripped into tiny pieces and get thrown into a downward spiral, and others I thought good friends going by without a care in the world, as if their friend hadn’t just died. I watched as my brother was driven to a crippling depression that caused him to attempt suicide nine times. I watched as a wedge grew between my parents so strong that they eventually divorced. My best friend rarely went by a day when she wasn’t high or drunk. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. All I could do was stand there and watch, even though my arms were aching to wrap themselves around all of those who were hurting and ease their pain.
I wasn’t anyone particularly special. I wasn’t a rock star, or a high-ranking CEO. I didn’t have any special powers, and I wasn’t destined to save the world. I worked part-time at a cafe, and I was a full-time university student. I was just another human being living on earth, trying to get through life as best as they can.
My death was probably one of many that day, realistically. I wasn’t the only one who died that day, no doubt about it. But I was the only one who made the news. All I was doing was driving home. Some loser didn’t wait his turn at the roundabout, and he was driving so fast that I never even saw it coming. I found out later that he’d wrapped my car around a nearby tree. He survived. It was a classic story of this modern age; stupid driver versus unsuspecting, law-abiding driver.
As time went by, I watched my loved ones heal. Most moved on. My brother got better. I was there at every rehabilitation session. I watched him fall in love and get married, and have children. I watched as those I loved formed these new lives, ones that didn’t involve me. I was happy for them, although at first I was jealous. After awhile I realised that they hadn’t forgotten me, they’d simply figured out a way to keep living, which was what I wanted. I watched the heart-wrenching days when my parents left this world for the next. I only saw them for a moment, but it was a wonderful moment, a moment when they saw me and hugged me. And then they were gone. They died a few years apart. And then I watched as my brother began to age, until he himself was on his deathbed. He, too, saw me and then left.
This went on until I was alone. I had no one to watch. I watched my brother’s family line for a long time, but after a few decades I grew bored. The edges of my mind began to become unstable. I had far too much time to myself. I tried to distract myself by watching the lives around me, watching people live their lives. I lost track of how much time passed. Time is such a fickle thing. Sometimes I would spend months in a deep depression, hating everything about me and the universe, cursing the world for leaving me here, a place away from my loved ones. My mind twisted and frayed even more, until I was a mere speck of who I was when I was alive.
I was a ghost with nowhere to go and nothing to do, stuck in an eternal stasis, forced to endure the drama of the lives of every human being walking this earth. I’d travelled the entire thing long ago, and no longer saw any beauty, when everything around me was surrounded in such pain and sadness of those who lived. I despised them for wanting to die, when they had life, something I shouldn’t have wasted. I despised myself for wasting my life and for not becoming someone special. I should have done crazy things and made it in the Guinness Book of World Records. I should have travelled and feared for my life and protected it with every power that I had. I should have had the chance to keep fighting and hold on, or to let go. But it was too fast, and I never got a chance to fight for it. And so insanity took me. I stayed the same, whilst the world around me constantly changed.
It was a long time until one person managed to change my entire dead existence for me. Someone saw me. An innocent little girl, who had yet to despise the world or feel sorrow upon living. She saw me and she spoke to me, and she asked me one simple question. “What are you doing here?” I was completely baffled, and though I constantly spoke to myself, I had no words for her. “Why are you still here?” she asked. “Is this your version of an afterlife?”
I scoffed at her. “This is my eternity.”
“Did you choose it?” she asked again. Her naivety annoyed me.
“If I had chosen an eternity, it wouldn’t be here.”
“You’ve been here for a long time.”
I cackled, a laugh that was filled with insanity. “You don’t say.”
“I could take you somewhere else, you know.”
I waved off her nonsense. “You’re just a little girl.”
She looked me in the eye. “Are you sure?” she asked as her eyes changed to an unnatural glow.
“W-well, why haven’t I seen anyone like you before then?”
“Because you choose not to. There are many things roaming the worlds that cannot be seen by human eye, and you still consider yourself a human, therefore you do not see it. But you are a ghost, and as you have no purpose for being here, you don’t belong here.”
“I could leave?” I asked, the buzzing insanity that had long since become my companion subsiding for the first time in centuries.
“I can take you right now.”
I didn’t need to think. I jumped up and took hold of her outstretched hand, and everything around me fell away.
That’s where my story ends, I’m afraid. I can’t tell you anything more about where I am now. It’s up to you to imagine. Just don’t go off and be a ghost, okay? -insert winky face here-
very nice. I like your description of what happens to those left behind, I can certainly relate.