Post by ♥S.C.O.U.T.♥ on Feb 10, 2009 18:00:53 GMT -6
Chapter 1; Death
Snow rained down on my limp body, freezing me with it's soft icy touch. Blood was dripping out of my mouth, beginning to form a pool of it on the cold concrete.
The blinding street lights were dimming, my senses were slowly numbing, cutting me off.
My eyes followed the snowflakes, which had begun to turn into rain droplets. I would have growled at myself if my body wasn't so broken. I was such an idiot.
Sure, at the time throwing myself off the roof of my house seemed like a good escape plan, but what was I running from?
One simple word.
Life.
I was running from my train wrecked life, in return welcoming death with open arms.
It was inevitable now, though, that death would come shortly. I had thrown my whole world away, with no hope of returning.
I could hear my heartbeat, so shallow, so slow.
A burning sensation seared through my body, my lungs screamed for the oxygen it needed, the oxygen it wasn't getting. I tried to take one last breath, to calm my screaming lungs before the end, but I couldn't. My throat was clogged with blood, no air could get in, no air could get out.
That's when it happened.
I died.
Soul *My Story so far*
« Thread Started on Jan 17, 2009, 7:02am »
Chapter 1; Death
Snow rained down on my limp body, freezing me with it's soft icy touch. Blood was dripping out of my mouth, beginning to form a pool of it on the cold concrete.
The blinding street lights were dimming, my senses were slowly numbing, cutting me off.
My eyes followed the snowflakes, which had begun to turn into rain droplets. I would have growled at myself if my body wasn't so broken. I was such an idiot.
Sure, at the time throwing myself off the roof of my house seemed like a good escape plan, but what was I running from?
One simple word.
Life.
I was running from my train wrecked life, in return welcoming death with open arms.
It was inevitable now, though, that death would come shortly. I had thrown my whole world away, with no hope of returning.
I could hear my heartbeat, so shallow, so slow.
A burning sensation seared through my body, my lungs screamed for the oxygen it needed, the oxygen it wasn't getting. I tried to take one last breath, to calm my screaming lungs before the end, but I couldn't. My throat was clogged with blood, no air could get in, no air could get out.
That's when it happened.
I died.
Chapter 2; Limbo
The dimmed streetlights and city scenes were replaced by a blanket of black darkness, and I knew immediately where I was.
Limbo.
I was in limbo, as some called it, a place where your life flashes before your eyes, pointing out all of your mistakes, and putting you through painful memories.
It was the first step towards the Hell that awaited me, the never ending Hell.
I twisted in and out of memories, in and out of the darkness. I managed to endure the pain, the sorrow that washed over me. But then...
The saddest of all of my memories smacked me in the face, and I couldn't endure this pain anymore.
My dad, my mother, and I were at our beach house in San Diego, California. Rain poured down from the sky, and thunder sounded in the distance. I couldn't help but marvel at the rain, how it pitter-pattered on the ground, as if it were humming a tune.
"Come on, Emily," my mother called to me, drawing my attention away from the windowsill.
"Okay, mommy!" I responded in my childish 5 year old voice.
We both walked out to the car, dressed in coats, an umbrella hung over our heads, and looked as we saw our father waving at us through the windshield.
"I want to get back to Colorado before it really picks up," he announced, after 5 minutes of silence.
"Yeah, the waves get really rough, wouldn't want to be there when the storm really picked up momentum," Mother agreed, as usual.
The rest of the trip was in silence, and I looked out the window, marveling as hills turned into mountains, which turned back into hills.
"Are we there yet? Are we? Are we? Are we?" I piped up, breaking the peaceful silence, like always.
"No, we're not," my father replied bitterly, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
I hung my head down, tracing patterns on my shoes with my fingers, bored.
"Woah! Get down Emily!" My mother screamed, fear in her voice. I ducked down obediently, and that's when it happened.
A car hit into mine.
Glass splattered on me, scratching whatever exposed skin it could get it's hands on. I looked up, horrified, and saw my father's face bashed into the steering wheel, my mother's head through the windshield.
"Mommy! Daddy!" I wailed, and began crying, not caring who heard me.
I crawled up into a tight ball, and began crying myself to sleep. This couldn't be happening, it was a dream, I concluded, drifting off to sleep, only to relive the nightmare over and over again.
I could hear the cop car sirens in the distance, a faint sound now, and I tried to ignore it, with no avail.
Cops began prying open my door, and I felt one lifting me up, wrapping me in a nice warm blanket.
"It's okay, little one, you're alright now," a female voice cooed, trying to comfort me, and carried me to an ambulance, where I then fell asleep.
It was at the hospital where they told me that indeed the car accident was real, and that my parents had died.
I couldn't help but shudder at the vividness of these memories, it was too much.
Far too much.
After that day, that memory, that moment, life would never be the same for me.
Ever.
Chapter 3; Funeral (Part 1)
I floated above my dead body, nothing more than a soul. Even limbo couldn't compare to this torcher.
They lifted my body, dressed in all fancy clothes, and placed it carefully into a coffin.
"Ah, poor girl, must've went through hell before she finally died," I heard an old, rusted male voice say.
I turned my soul body towards the sound, and saw an old, bald man leaning over my coffin.
Maybe it was because I didn't know him, I don't know, but rage roared inside of me. How dare someone who I never met, never knew, be allowed to pity me?!
Of course, there was nothing I could do about it now, I was but a soul wandering forever aimlessly on Earth, forever to be torchered.
"Yeah," another male voice agreed, a much younger one.
This other male voice had brown hair, deep brown eyes; nearly black, and tanned skin.
I didn't get too involved in their conversation about my death, but kept floating along the line of mourning people, until I saw my Uncle and Aunt.
My Aunt Sue was crying into Uncle Dan's shoulder, her blonde hair blew furiously in the wind. Her green eyes, full of sorrow, were leaking out tears. Aunt Dan, on the other hand, had sorrow in his brown hazel eyes as well, but refused to leak it out. His gray/ black hair tussled in the wind, covering his face from time to time.
"Why? Why Dan? Why did she kill herself? What did we do wrong? I know we weren't her real parents, but why?!" Aunt Sue sobbed into Uncle Dan's shoulder, who was patting her back, trying to comfort her.
"Remember, Sue, her parents were killed in a car accident in front of her very eyes, and she has been acting rather depressed lately. Maybe she felt as if she needed to be with her parents, up there." Uncle Dan looked up at the sky, which had begun to pour down rain, as if it too were mourning for my death.
I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to get away from this sorrow, this sadness. It was unbearable.
Gliding in and out of people's bodies, I made my way to my coffin, and gasped at what I saw.
Sure, I had a glance at my dead body before, but all I could see was fancy clothes. They went way over the top with this one.
My black hair was combed neatly, not a strand could be found on my pale face. My eyes were..... Open, a bright, yet clouded, green. They had a gold necklace with a diamond on my neck, complimenting my white, strapless dress. On my feet, they had managed to put on white ballet flats; new, of course, with little diamond studs on them.
I cringed back, looking at my bright clouded green eyes. There was no life to them, no hint that anyone had ever lived in that body. Like it was created without a soul.
The funeral commenced, tears flowed, flowers placed neatly on the coffin, and then it was over. Everything.
I would be forgotten, a nobody teen-ager who had killed herself, maybe it would make the news for a day, but the subject would become dull, and they'd move onto their next big news.
Or so I thought.
Snow rained down on my limp body, freezing me with it's soft icy touch. Blood was dripping out of my mouth, beginning to form a pool of it on the cold concrete.
The blinding street lights were dimming, my senses were slowly numbing, cutting me off.
My eyes followed the snowflakes, which had begun to turn into rain droplets. I would have growled at myself if my body wasn't so broken. I was such an idiot.
Sure, at the time throwing myself off the roof of my house seemed like a good escape plan, but what was I running from?
One simple word.
Life.
I was running from my train wrecked life, in return welcoming death with open arms.
It was inevitable now, though, that death would come shortly. I had thrown my whole world away, with no hope of returning.
I could hear my heartbeat, so shallow, so slow.
A burning sensation seared through my body, my lungs screamed for the oxygen it needed, the oxygen it wasn't getting. I tried to take one last breath, to calm my screaming lungs before the end, but I couldn't. My throat was clogged with blood, no air could get in, no air could get out.
That's when it happened.
I died.
Soul *My Story so far*
« Thread Started on Jan 17, 2009, 7:02am »
Chapter 1; Death
Snow rained down on my limp body, freezing me with it's soft icy touch. Blood was dripping out of my mouth, beginning to form a pool of it on the cold concrete.
The blinding street lights were dimming, my senses were slowly numbing, cutting me off.
My eyes followed the snowflakes, which had begun to turn into rain droplets. I would have growled at myself if my body wasn't so broken. I was such an idiot.
Sure, at the time throwing myself off the roof of my house seemed like a good escape plan, but what was I running from?
One simple word.
Life.
I was running from my train wrecked life, in return welcoming death with open arms.
It was inevitable now, though, that death would come shortly. I had thrown my whole world away, with no hope of returning.
I could hear my heartbeat, so shallow, so slow.
A burning sensation seared through my body, my lungs screamed for the oxygen it needed, the oxygen it wasn't getting. I tried to take one last breath, to calm my screaming lungs before the end, but I couldn't. My throat was clogged with blood, no air could get in, no air could get out.
That's when it happened.
I died.
Chapter 2; Limbo
The dimmed streetlights and city scenes were replaced by a blanket of black darkness, and I knew immediately where I was.
Limbo.
I was in limbo, as some called it, a place where your life flashes before your eyes, pointing out all of your mistakes, and putting you through painful memories.
It was the first step towards the Hell that awaited me, the never ending Hell.
I twisted in and out of memories, in and out of the darkness. I managed to endure the pain, the sorrow that washed over me. But then...
The saddest of all of my memories smacked me in the face, and I couldn't endure this pain anymore.
My dad, my mother, and I were at our beach house in San Diego, California. Rain poured down from the sky, and thunder sounded in the distance. I couldn't help but marvel at the rain, how it pitter-pattered on the ground, as if it were humming a tune.
"Come on, Emily," my mother called to me, drawing my attention away from the windowsill.
"Okay, mommy!" I responded in my childish 5 year old voice.
We both walked out to the car, dressed in coats, an umbrella hung over our heads, and looked as we saw our father waving at us through the windshield.
"I want to get back to Colorado before it really picks up," he announced, after 5 minutes of silence.
"Yeah, the waves get really rough, wouldn't want to be there when the storm really picked up momentum," Mother agreed, as usual.
The rest of the trip was in silence, and I looked out the window, marveling as hills turned into mountains, which turned back into hills.
"Are we there yet? Are we? Are we? Are we?" I piped up, breaking the peaceful silence, like always.
"No, we're not," my father replied bitterly, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
I hung my head down, tracing patterns on my shoes with my fingers, bored.
"Woah! Get down Emily!" My mother screamed, fear in her voice. I ducked down obediently, and that's when it happened.
A car hit into mine.
Glass splattered on me, scratching whatever exposed skin it could get it's hands on. I looked up, horrified, and saw my father's face bashed into the steering wheel, my mother's head through the windshield.
"Mommy! Daddy!" I wailed, and began crying, not caring who heard me.
I crawled up into a tight ball, and began crying myself to sleep. This couldn't be happening, it was a dream, I concluded, drifting off to sleep, only to relive the nightmare over and over again.
I could hear the cop car sirens in the distance, a faint sound now, and I tried to ignore it, with no avail.
Cops began prying open my door, and I felt one lifting me up, wrapping me in a nice warm blanket.
"It's okay, little one, you're alright now," a female voice cooed, trying to comfort me, and carried me to an ambulance, where I then fell asleep.
It was at the hospital where they told me that indeed the car accident was real, and that my parents had died.
I couldn't help but shudder at the vividness of these memories, it was too much.
Far too much.
After that day, that memory, that moment, life would never be the same for me.
Ever.
Chapter 3; Funeral (Part 1)
I floated above my dead body, nothing more than a soul. Even limbo couldn't compare to this torcher.
They lifted my body, dressed in all fancy clothes, and placed it carefully into a coffin.
"Ah, poor girl, must've went through hell before she finally died," I heard an old, rusted male voice say.
I turned my soul body towards the sound, and saw an old, bald man leaning over my coffin.
Maybe it was because I didn't know him, I don't know, but rage roared inside of me. How dare someone who I never met, never knew, be allowed to pity me?!
Of course, there was nothing I could do about it now, I was but a soul wandering forever aimlessly on Earth, forever to be torchered.
"Yeah," another male voice agreed, a much younger one.
This other male voice had brown hair, deep brown eyes; nearly black, and tanned skin.
I didn't get too involved in their conversation about my death, but kept floating along the line of mourning people, until I saw my Uncle and Aunt.
My Aunt Sue was crying into Uncle Dan's shoulder, her blonde hair blew furiously in the wind. Her green eyes, full of sorrow, were leaking out tears. Aunt Dan, on the other hand, had sorrow in his brown hazel eyes as well, but refused to leak it out. His gray/ black hair tussled in the wind, covering his face from time to time.
"Why? Why Dan? Why did she kill herself? What did we do wrong? I know we weren't her real parents, but why?!" Aunt Sue sobbed into Uncle Dan's shoulder, who was patting her back, trying to comfort her.
"Remember, Sue, her parents were killed in a car accident in front of her very eyes, and she has been acting rather depressed lately. Maybe she felt as if she needed to be with her parents, up there." Uncle Dan looked up at the sky, which had begun to pour down rain, as if it too were mourning for my death.
I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to get away from this sorrow, this sadness. It was unbearable.
Gliding in and out of people's bodies, I made my way to my coffin, and gasped at what I saw.
Sure, I had a glance at my dead body before, but all I could see was fancy clothes. They went way over the top with this one.
My black hair was combed neatly, not a strand could be found on my pale face. My eyes were..... Open, a bright, yet clouded, green. They had a gold necklace with a diamond on my neck, complimenting my white, strapless dress. On my feet, they had managed to put on white ballet flats; new, of course, with little diamond studs on them.
I cringed back, looking at my bright clouded green eyes. There was no life to them, no hint that anyone had ever lived in that body. Like it was created without a soul.
The funeral commenced, tears flowed, flowers placed neatly on the coffin, and then it was over. Everything.
I would be forgotten, a nobody teen-ager who had killed herself, maybe it would make the news for a day, but the subject would become dull, and they'd move onto their next big news.
Or so I thought.
