This is a short story that I wrote a couple of months ago. I'd like to know what you guys think of it, so please comment. Death Death is very interesting. It can be both painful and painless. It can be gruesome or peaceful. There are many things about death you can know before you die. However, you can never know when you're going to die. You may know your dying and only have a few moments to live, and then die as soon as or even before the thought of that is finished. You could be as healthy as anyone else and think you're going to live to one-hundred, but then as you cross the street, you see the truck coming towards you, and all hopes towards a full life are gone as it smashes into you, breaking your body in too many ways to count. Some people don't completely understand death. Most think that when you die, you go to the mighty being in the sky or the evil one underneath our feet. There are even a good amount that think neither of those beings exist, and think that there's some other out come after death. I know better than those morons, though. I don't completely understand death myself yet, but I've experienced enough to understand that none of the believed outcomes of death are what actually happen to people that die. Everyone has heard of the bright light that people have seen when they almost died. They think that's Heaven. Well they're wrong. You see, I'm dead, and I've seen past that bright light, it turns out that it's just that, a light. I didn't stay there for very long, maybe a day or two, that's how long I was told that I'd been in the morgue. For a time, though, the light was gone, and I just woke up, seeing that I was in a metal box. I don't know how long I had been staring into darkness, it had been as if I was sleeping, so for all I know, I was only looking into that light for a few seconds, or minutes, or hours, or for two days. When I had woken up, I'd realized that I'd been staring into my mind, not a meaningless light, when there was no one there to greet me. This is how I made my discovery, I figured that everyone was stuck in their minds when they died, and that there is no Heaven or Hell. The reason I woke up from my death is still unknown to me. Maybe it's because there is a god, and it wants me to tell everyone that when we die, we just escape into our minds, and that we don't join our creator. Then again, maybe it's because it wasn't my time or for some reason no one will ever know. All I do know, though, is that I didn't get to stay long enough to fulfill whatever purpose I had. ?Where am I?? I asked myself, looking at the metal walls around me making the box I was in. ?Where in God's name am I?!? I yelled, starting to panic and struggle, trying to find a way out. Right when I gave up and began to cry in fear for my life, I heard a key turning behind my head. Then someone opened the drawer I was in and I saw lights above me, and memories of seeing a bright light getting closer and closer to me as I slipped away from my formal life rushed back to. Memories of being at peace when finally reaching my light, feeling nothing but joy for all of the good things that happened to me, memories of... blackness? Sleep? For all of what seemed like two seconds, I had felt like I was asleep, then woke up. ?Oh my God, what the hell is this? This can't be happening, you've been dead for two days. What kind of evil is this?? said the man who opened the drawer. I looked up at him and recognized my neighbor and friend, Paul, with his long curly red hair and nervous eyes darting all over the place, avoiding me, through large round glasses. Pushing the rest of the drawer out so I could sit up, I said, ?Paul, what's going on? I was hit by a truck, then I saw this light, I didn't go anywhere after that, I just stayed there, and... and then... and then I woke up. Paul what's happening to me?? I looked at Paul and he just stared at me. There was drying blood on his sleeves and gloves in the sink, so he must have just finished an autopsy. I suddenly felt very hungry, and my chest began to hurt. I coughed, and blood fell on my lap. ?No, this isn't good, how could this be? These things aren't supposed to happen, you're dead, you've already started to decay,? Paul said, covering his face with pudgy hands. He fell onto his knees and then lay on his side, looking like a large white ball in his white coat. I took off the blanket that had been put on me and saw spots of dead meat, blood slowly oozing out as my heart began to restart. How can I be alive? I thought, How can I be here, I'm supposed to be in my mind, my sanctuary. I'm supposed to be dead. I stood up and immediately fell back down. Looking for something to help support me, I grabbed the edge of my drawer and stood back up. ?Paul, look at me. Look at me God damn it!? I yelled at Paul. He looked up from his hands, and sniffled a little. ?Paul, I need your help, I'm still the same person, please help me,? I said to Paul. He looked at me some more and then made a stern face and said, ?No, you abomination from Hell! You will die and go back to wherever you came from.? Paul stood up and went over to a wall where a red button was. He pressed it and spoke into an intercom saying, ?Emergency, I need immediate assistance, bring the specialists.? ?Paul, what're you doing? Who are the specialists? I just need your help to get out of here,? I pleaded to Paul. He glared at me and ran to the counter and opened a drawer. He pulled out a revolver and pointed it at me. ?You're not going anywhere you undead freak!? Paul yelled at me. Paul pulled the trigger and shot my knee. I fell on my other knee and cried out in pain. Paul shot again, this time in the head. I didn't feel anything, but I couldn't move anymore. My eyes were fixed on Paul, but they wouldn't move. Paul moved to the button again and pressed it. He spoke into the intercom saying, ?Specialists no longer needed. Please send assistance for the body.? I wondered why I didn't die. I thought that maybe, the reason was because of where the bullet went, that maybe I was slowly dying, that the part of my brain that was shot didn't cause an immediate death after its destruction. ?... The victim has no pulse...,? I heard Paul mutter, just over a whisper. The rest wasn't loud enough to hear. It all sounded like it was fading, though, not like Paul was whispering. My sight also began to fade. This isn't how I left last time, I thought, This is bad, I have no pulse, which means I'm dead, and my head has a hole in it. Could that be why I'm not going back into my mind? Has my mind been destroyed? My questions were never answered. Eventually my hearing and sight faded completely and all I could see was darkness. My mind was destroyed. My sanctuary gone. All happiness taken away. The only things I felt were pain and sadness. I couldn't even remember any of the happy moments that I had in life. Death is very interesting. It can be both painful and painless. It can be gruesome or peaceful. I know many things about death. There are also things about death that I don't know. But the one thing that I do know is that there is no Heaven or Hell to go to. There may be a God, there may be a Devil. We don't go to them after death though. Our Heaven, our sanctuary, our place of rest is our mind. That bright light isn't Heaven, it's our mind. Our Hell, our abyss, our restless sleep is the darkness that overcomes us when our mind has been destroyed. That same darkness has swallowed me. I can no longer feel happy. I remember everything about my life, but the memories of joy mean nothing to me now. From now on, I am left to only suffer.