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It’s so dark, so cold. So this is what it feels like to die. It’s so lonely. I can’t see anything. I’m scared. The light, it just appeared out of nowhere, over in the corner. I take a step toward it. Then I remember all those movies I used to watch with my mom. Don’t walk toward the light. They all said that. If you walk toward the light, it will prove you’re dead. It will decide your destiny. I know I’m already dead, so how could it hurt? My destiny can’t be worse than this. Everything already aches. It feels as if every inch of my body was stabbed a thousand times with a knife. Oh my head, my head is throbbing in pain. It burns. Is it on fire?
I look toward the light again. It’s so welcoming, so warm. I stare at it for the longest time before taking a step toward it. Then I run. I run as fast as I can toward the light, tears streaming down my face. I begin to scream. Scream for forgiveness, scream for purity, scream for love. He talks back to me in his soothing voice.
“Annabel, I’m here. Follow me, my dear, dear friend, and you will be lead to eternal happiness, but if you go in the opposite direction you will be cursed to eternal damnation.”
I can’t see. There is nobody around. I’m alone, and I’m cold. My lungs are burning, and my head is throbbing just like every other inch of my body. The tears pour out faster and faster as I run, but the light doesn’t seem to come closer. I’m going farther and farther away from the place I want to be. The light goes dimmer and dimmer. I trip and fall. The blackness surrounds me. I cry and scream and pray. I’m so, so sorry for my sins. I want to be like you; I want to be perfect. I’m lost, oh so lost. Please God, help me find my way to you. I’ve learned my lesson. I want you to be my savior. I want you to be in my heart forever. Please God, give me a second chance.
The light disappears, and the darkness fills my eyes and my mind. I blackout.





(I dont know if I'm going to continue to write this story or not. I have no clue where i'm going with this story in the first place and idk who said this but somebody in history said that when you begin to write a story you should know exactly how it's going to end and how it's going to start and then the stuff in the middle will just come to you but i have now clue how this one will end...)