You’re dead. Yep that’s right, you have died.
You were struck down by a speeding car while going threw a crosswalk. You were just walking to work... And now you're dead.
Upon opening your eyes you find that you are simply laying in a field of white weeds, a bright blue sky hanging over you. You’ve never seen the sky this blue before. For a moment you feel at peace, but then a shadow falls over you. You jump up, having been sure you were alone, you aren’t sure what has approached you.
Your breath relaxes at the sight you are meet with. Yet your shoulders are still tense with uncertainty.
In front of you stands a little girl with shiny black shoes, pink and white stripped stocking clinging to skinny legs, and a cloak made of ice darkness spinning around every were above her mid thighs. Or you assume its a her, from her figure. Her face being completely hidden by the hood of her cloak.
She speaks your name. Her tone is cold but her voice is sweet. The young girls voice sending strange but pleasant shivers up your spin.
“Yes.” You reply, your voice horse.
She steps forward fluidly. “It’s time to go.”
“Go... Were?” You ask.
She sits silently for a long moment. “We will see.” She replies coldly. “Are you ready?”
Part of you is terrified. Part of you was never sure there was an afterlife. But now here you are, dead, with a little asking you to follow her.
You hesitate. The little girl starring at you, waiting for you. But after a moment you take a deep breath and stand. Ready for whatever fate is now set for you.
You nod. And the girl nods back. Turning on her squeaky heels and begging to lead you threw the field of white...
To whatever afterlife you may be heading to.
Honestly..
You thought the grim reaper would be taller.
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