Marabella POV
Death… It is… Well, it is, I guess. But it is nothing like I thought it might be. Nothing that I imagined it to be.
I expected oblivion, nothingness, peace, and solitude. Silence, at the least… But this?
It’s something else, so far away from everything I craved when I thought of the escape I desperately needed; it makes no sense. Nothing makes sense anymore.
This experience is something else. I know, for a fact, that I am dead. After all, I felt how my heart stopped moments ago. I heard the last thump. But even while I know that there is no more me in the world I came from, why do I still feel? Where is the numbness I sought?
I still feel like I can’t breathe. Like something keeps tightening around my neck and blocking off my airways. I still feel how painfully my lungs burn, desperate for the tiniest bit of air to put out the fire spreading through them.
And what is worst of all, I feel like my body is tingling all over. Like tiny pins and needles are thrust into my skin
