Where do you go when you die?Some people believe you end up in a void,others believe in hell and heavens.Another handful speculates that there is no death,only a cycle of life after life.But does death have an appearance?

If it did,would it explain the place you were in now?You weren't alive.You were sure of it,after all of...that.You weren't supposed to be,you clearly remember blacking out on that kitchen floor,nothing before or after.So why do the tiles feel like barren land.Why is the ceiling replaced with a sun-less sky?And why does the air suffocate you,why does it feel so alive,yet dead at the same time?Unreal,like dying breaths of a god...was this the hell they warned you about? You sat up slowly,shakily covering the side of your throat unconsciously -either from shock or the chilled winds that blew through your clothes in that moment- ,making sure,and of what?Do you even remember anymore?

Ah...there it was.A slight dent,so subtle,yet you felt it.You dealt it,after all.You abandoned humanity.You gave your spirit away that night,but your mind stayed,leaving you helpless here.All those wishes to be gone,those depressing nights crying into the covers of the bed,that hollow feeling when walking home from school.All of that peacefully dealt with,a smooth,quick slice to the artery.It felt liberating.

So why....why were you breathing.An unknown feeling of disgust swept over you,a bitter taste in the back of your mouth. You are not part of this world. You are not meant to be here.