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I struggled, I tried to bring myself up, I tried to swim but the hands kept me down, I couldn't hear anything anymore, just a faint laughter and footsteps that were fading away, until I couldn't hear or see anything. I couldn't breath anymore, a light appeared in front of me. Usually when people die and come back, they fo say they saw a light just after dying, was this it for me?. Is anyone out there?, can someone help? T. B. C

I can regenerate, come back from the dead as though nothing has ever happened. My body will look exactly the same, I will bare no scars of what happened Before my death, it would be as though nothing had ever happened, as though I never died. I didn't realise this until after the car crash, until after I woke up and my parents were gone, I could do nothing to save them. But my cruel curse Ensured that I would live, that I would always live. today was my day off, and I had decided it was time to go out, I have run out of everything, including shampoo and coffee. two things I'd rather not live without.

I don’t want to be the first person who died while suffocated in a dress. Ever since I found out that I wasn’t in a dream, my mood this morning has been quite distressing. Now, the only speculation that could come to my mind is that my actual body died while cleaning up the library storage room and then ventured into the afterlife to become this girl named Zanillia.

Even stretching is hard. I lay there for a while before realization hit me like a bus. Well, a bus has not hit me, and I never want to experience it, but ya’ll get my point. I’M ALIVE!! HAH! I’m too pretty to be gone in this world. I don’t know whether I should be happy because I really thought that I was going to die. I don’t even know what to do now. I don’t have afterlife plans. Wait, so if I died in that world, then… AM I BACK?!

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

ADAIRA ~ I ached all over. I never expected to feel pain in the afterlife. Or is this some sort of punishment for indirectly taking my own life when it wasn’t my time to die yet? But if this was punishment, I doubt it would feel like this. It was dark, but I was lying on something soft, and I wasn’t cold anymore, I felt really warm. Maybe my punishment came with a little leniency because of how shitty my life had been before I died. But why was it so dark?

I was sinking into the bed of flowers. I looked around for something—anything—that I could use to stabilize myself, but I was sinking fast. "Fuck this!" I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my fall. Is it possible for someone to die again in the afterlife, because I may likely be the first? I could imagine what my obituary would be like; here lies the spirit of Isabella, who dies in the afterlife.

My eyes widened as I patted my own face and the rest of my body. I'm still alive, aren't I? I can't die yet. thoughts in my mind. My tears started to flow, "I'm still alive, aren't I? You can still hear me and see me, right?" I asked him. "No, you're not alive Lee." "No, you're not alive Lee." I heard him answer so I cried even more. "What!? It's not possible! I can't die yet! What the hell are you talking about?! Take back what you said! If I'm dead, then why are you still seeing me?!" I moaned while crying.

This is so freakyyyyyyy. "Oh gods please don't tell me we're already dead? Is this it? The great fucking secret about 'what happens after death'?!?? Freaky mind warping shit!!?" I thought. "I don't want to die Isis!!!! What do we do?!?" I screamed in my head once again but I could no longer feel Isis the way I did before...I couldn't even feel her like I did before I got shot. I slowly felt the sensation of being chocked...It was as if the imaginary, almost non-existent breaths I was taking were cut off.

I am? I didn’t die? How didn’t I die? Surely, this must either be a dream or the afterlife. “Hey, baby, look at me.” I stare up into familiar black eyes, and then look around to find that I’m in my bed and in my room. My eyes brim with tears. I’m alive, I didn’t die. “Rome?” My voice is hoarse and shaky, and I sniff, trying and failing to keep the tears from falling.