On a day that started like any other, my friends and family started to treat me strangely. I suspected something was up. On a whim I stayed out a bit later than curfew. When I returned I found cops surrounding my house.
First thing that comes to mind. I had done it. Finally I had done it. I had faced my fears and done it. But did I survive. That's my biggest fear surviving and being damaged forever.
I wasn't sure if I should approach my house and confirm my thoughts, or stay in the shadows and and wonder. Next thing I know is I was walking forward.
I felt light and worryfree. All of a sudden the worry returns when I see a body bag. Spotted with large blood stains. I fall to the ground, dizzy and all. No one notices, no one cares. I look around. Lights are brighter than normal, sounds.
louder. My temples start to pause. An officer walks by. I reach up for his leg. My hand goes through his foot instead. Seriously confused and in pain. I whisper to myself. "What's wrong?"
I use all my strength and power to pull myself together and stand. I wobble a bit as I stand. Slowly staggering as I walk to the front door of my house. I avoid crime scene tape and officers. I reach for the knob. I fall through the door. Barely used to falling through things now. I quickly stand and head upstairs. I feel a draft. I turn around and see my window open. The thoughts come rushing into my Brain
YES! I had done it. It's true I finally faced my fear.
I know I didn't survive because the body bag one story down.
Grinning, I walk towards the window and reach to close it. "Ah crap." I mutter as I fall through the window. Landing in the same spot where the body bag is. i pass out for a few moments. When I wake up, I begin suffocating, as I realize I'm inside the bloody bag.
Using my prior experience with falling through things I use that to get out the bag. I try to reach out the bag. It doesn't work. Not really able to move I grunt. Then I hear someone from the outside excaim "What the hell!" someone unzips the bag. I struggle to climb out of the bag. No one helps because everyone looks terrified. I notice that my clothes are sticking to me and my hair is matted with blood. I see bystanders wide-eyed and whispering. A paramedic approaches me. "Ma'am, you seemed to not have a pulse."
