She couldn't remember her name when she woke up...but weirdly, she knew that she was always afraid of death.
She didn't know why, so now she just assumed that it was an irrational fear of hers.
She had a feeling that maybe when she was alive had a lot of irrational fears in her life. Like needles and weird butterflies.
It was very weird for her, seeing as she knows she is dead but also because she can remember little aspects of her life...like her fears, her likes, her dislikes...and more or less how she died.
Also her religion.
She always had respect for the gods above her, in fact, so much so that she held- apparently- little prayer sessions throughout the day. Some were elaborate, others were small. She also remembers never really doing anything to directly disrespect them...at least the ones that she believed in. Others....she tended to challenge them directly, but other than that, she never gave the gods a real reason to strike her down. Now? Now she is sure she pissed one of them enough. Enough so that she was now dead, and in an infinite limbo...or so it seemed.
While she was in the process of dying, she was half expecting to go through what other people have described death being like. Some say you see all your loved ones on the other side, others say you see a light at the end of a tunnel. Some people say you see your whole life replay in your mind for a while as you die...however, she didn't have any of that 'life flashing before your eyes" bullshit when she died. She just kinda...went.
It's hard to describe, especially now seeing as she was dead. She can barely remember it happening. All she knows is that someone had stabbed her while she was walking back home, she started bleeding out and called someone. That person talked through her while she was dying and comforted her enough that she was not too afraid. After that, she can remember someone over her...almost watching for a moment as she died. She said something, but she couldn't quite place what she said. Whatever it was, the man in front of her seemed hurt...and that is the last thing that she remembers.
And now she was here.
She can't remember anything before her death. It's playing in her mind like a constant loop as she grasps that memory. After all, it's the only real memory that she has of her life, or at least that's what she assumes.
The room she was in was black, almost void-like. She didn't know how long she had been lying on the ground there, but after a while, she decided to stand up and look around.
She could see the shadows of the walls slightly, so it was a comfort for her knowing that she was not in a literal void...but other than that...that's it. Just...6 walls. Four to the sides, one up, one down.
This was her afterlife apparently..
And she wondered what the actual fuck she did to deserve this.
