The Coma

I am standing in a void--a pitch black void that contains nothing. My nose smells nothing, but I know I am breathing. My eyes see nothing, not even my hands that I'm holding in front of my face, as if my eyes are closed, but I know they are open. My hands feel nothing, and I wave them freely through where my body should be. I meander around in the void; I can't feel my legs, my arms, nor my body, but I know I am moving. What had happened?

I remember getting up in the morning, it was Sunday 9:00 AM, and heading to the washroom to clean up. I remember brushing my tangled brown hair, straightening the curls that had formed from when I tossed and turned in my sleep. I remember washing my pale face, and I could almost even feel the cool water drizzling down my cheeks again. I remember running downstairs and straight out the front door, not even stopping to grab breakfast; as I thought of that, I could feel my empty stomach contorting with pain, reliving the hunger from that morning. I remember a nice lady waving at me from the kitchen as I exited the front door. She seems familiar: a soothing, calming, yet heartwrenching kind of familiar, but I could not recall who she is; I could not even recall her features through my blurry memory. I remember running down the street, no, I was skipping down the street. It was a happy occasion; I was to meet with... with... who? There were two people standing across the street, looking around as if waiting for someone. I remember waving at them, and they waved back, and I ran faster, my heart racing in excitement. Who are they? I cannot picture their faces clearly, but somehow I knew they are about my age, and I knew they were waiting for me. What happened next? I remember... I remember nothing.

My memory is hazy; my head hurt from thinking. What had happened? Did I run across the street to greet them? Voices echo through the void, clearing my mind. I hear a sweet familiar voice, soothing and calming, yet heart wrenching as it begins to wail. I reach out into the void, as if trying to grab hold of the sound, not wanting to let go of the unknown voice that fills me with warmth and freezes me with its cries. I want to know the owner of this intimate voice, but at the same time, I feel like I do. New voices flow through the void. Sounds of laughter and playfulness, and I perk up excitedly, my heart racing in reaction to the cheerful voices. The voices crescendo up in pitch and the playful tone becomes tense; the once relaxed laughter is now a cry of surprise and an urgent scream. My heart pounds against my chest rapidly in anxiety, and my breath becomes short gasps. A screeching sound roars in my ears; worse than nails on chalkboard; worse than a microphone's audio feedback; and its volume keeps increasing, increasing until it was blasting a hair's breadth before my face. The ear-piercing sound is followed by a loud boom. And then silence. Complete utter silence.

Ah, that's right. I remember now.

A/N: This was an assignment in my english class from a couple months back. It is also what motivated me to pick up and rewrite AfterLIFE again. Hope you enjoyed this short piece! What do you think happened to the main character?