The afterlife
I've only vagly told people what I saw when I went into a coma. Or what happened to me when I blacked out. So I'm here to tell thoughs what I saw. And what has been burned into my mind for years to come.
I had just come home from a hard day of work. My father wasn't home, but my mother was. She was watching T.V. I walked upstairs to my room and placed my stuff down with a sigh. Instantly pain racked my body. It felt like someone was ripping my heart out and twisting it. I began to scream as loud as I could. I cried for help, for anyone to help me, but no one came. I could hear my mother yelling at me to shut up, but I couldn't. It hurt so much. finally she walked upstairs and opened my door to see me withering on the floor in pain. I reached out to her, begging her to make the pain stop. Soon my dad ran inside to see my tears falling down my face and heard the blood churnning screams that came from my mouth. after that the scene changed.
I dont know if this part of it was real, or if it was part of my deluded mind. All I know is that the pain was real. It hurt so much that it couldn't have been a dream. There was no way.
I woke up and it was all quiet. I looked over to my right to see lines and lines of people in beds. same with my left and in front and back. I finally thought 'so this is the afterlife' I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, but it felt peacefull. Nice even. I thought that if I just fell asleep, then everything would be gone. That would be it, game over. But it wasn't. I saw soemone, but I couldn't see his face. He knew me, but I wasn't sure if I knew him. He told me that I would be in more pain if I didn't get out of this bed. That this bed will be my tome and I have to get out. I knew he was telling the truth. I dont know why, but I believed him. I had to. That's when it began. WHen I think of it now, the things that started to crawl in my bed wasn't... human. They where things that where going to take me away. They wern't good. I began to scream out once more, trying to get out of the bed, ANYTHING! But the black things just tied me there, chuckling at my misfortune. I screamed out for help over and over again. No one would come for me. I had to get out myself. I saw people above me, whispering to me that I could get out. A nurse stood next to me, but it was like her shadow, not her herself. She was telling me I could do it. But I wanted help. I got an arm free and moved to one side of the bed. I reached out to her and screamed for her to help me. To save me, but soon she dissapeared from me. I was alone and no one was going to help me. For moments at a time I almost gave up, but I couldn't do that. I didn't want the pain that was promised to me. So I continued to reach out, screaming for help. But soon, every just went black.