The day I died. (Part 3)

Darkness.

It's quiet, I can't even hear myself think, I was just floating there, weightless and peaceful. If this is what death feels like then I do not fear the day it comes for me. But it was not my time just yet.

A surge of pain ripped through my body as light filled my eyes, blinding at first until the shadow of a figure appeared before me. He loomed over me like a spectre with wings outstretched and a blinding light above his head, was he an angel? Ready to take me to wherever we go after death? My eyes slowly focused and the pain in my chest trippled like electricity was burning a hole straight through me. I couldn't hear anything but I felt like I was screaming.

A massive figure appeared behind the angel, towering in size and without wings, I couldn't make out who anyone was as my vision faded in and out of darkness, all I could see were watery shapes in shades of grey. The angel suddenly turned to face this demon, the name came into my head at some point but I don't remember why I came to that conclusion. Funny how I thought the big guy was the demon...

With his back to me the angel outstretched his wings, blocking any view of the giant creature. I wasn't sure what was going on but during the few seconds of conciousness I had between black outs I remember the world shaking, mumbled sounds of screaming, and that echoed voice of the angel ringing through the air as it spoke a language I couldn't understand but could feel the power behind. The last thing I remember was the angel limping towards me and wrapping his wings around my broken body, his powerful voice now a dull whisper that faintly echoed in my mind "I'm sorry", before those words finished echoeing in my mind there was a terrible shake and the feeling of falling engulfed me yet again.

This had to be it, how many times can I die in one day? Nothing made sense anymore but I didn't care, I just wanted it to end, I wanted that feeling of peace to take me over again. I can still feel that pain when I think back to it, as if my soul was ripped from oblivion and forced back into my body. A pain no physical equivilent exists to compare to.

 

It was over.